Daisuke Hanyo
A fog of grogginess clouds my head.
Shifting myself into a sitting position, dragging myself forward as I remember the tubes that keep me attached to this cumbersome contraption I'm ashamed to call a bed.
I hate this.
Being confined.
All the things I could, should be able to do. A vast world to explore, with endless cultures, landscapes, people to gain knowledge and experience from.
Experience I'll never get.
Leaning towards the bedside cabinet, I swipe for my phone and unlock the home screen. I begin to scroll through the countless barrages of posts from the internet, surpressing my jealousy.
Why do they get all the fun?
Why can't I be like that?
Something on my screen catches my eye.
It's a question.
A post insisting that if I type a wish in, it'll come true. The wish I enter in is "I wish I could go to school."
But of course, it's not the wish I truly care about.
I wish I wasn't sick.
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