At twenty-two-years-old, a journalist named Charles Munakata got a chance to improve his career by contributing to a project involving Soma, a tropical island occupied by scientists. While he was there, he learned some upsetting truths about the isl...
In the middle of the night, I felt my lucidity returning, but something was really wrong. I felt a cold sensation on my arms as if I were on the floor. I was also laying in the opposite direction, and my blanket was gone. My heart dropped and I opened my eyes anxiously.
That's when things got weird. Directly in front of me was a sleeping man whom I couldn't recognize. I felt like I had seen him before, but I couldn't recall his identity at all. Behind him was a bed...perhaps this was his bedroom?
I tried to move my body, but I was mostly paralyzed. I could move a muscle here and there, but any attempts to actually move my limbs failed initially. As a result, all I could do for a while was study the man's tranquil face. He's kinda cute, I thought. I wondered if he was older than me, which made my heart skip a beat.
When I gazed at his soft hair, I noticed something yellow on his head — a single sunflower petal. By that time, I had gathered the strength to move my arm and was able to control my fingers. I gently brushed the petal out of his hair.
"Are you awake?" I asked softly.
The man opened his eyes and unhurriedly examined my face. "You're able to talk to me...?" He replied, somewhat puzzled.
"Huh? Who are you?" I asked as I rested my hand back on the floor.
When I did so, his big, smooth hand lightly brushed against my own.
"Come closer," he requested.
"Um, okay..." I finally had control over my body and moved closer just like he asked me to.
But he began moving closer to me, as well. His face nearly touched mine, and I could feel the heat emanating from him. I began to sweat nervously once I felt his warm breath hitting my lips. Then I felt the delicate touch of his soft lips—he had just kissed me.
After that, my eyes opened for real. I sat up, turned on the light, and looked around my room to confirm I was still in the Facility. I realized I had been dreaming the whole time. Sweaty and disturbed by the lucid dream, I reached for a notebook and pen lying on the bookshelf. Inside the blank notebook's first page, I wrote "Dream Diary" to start things off. I proceeded to write about what I had experienced.
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