Everything around me is wrapped in your scent. I keep seeing your face in everyone. I keep hearing your voice when I quietly open my eyes.
We are always taught that we have five senses. But no matter how hard I try not to believe myself, I can always sense you. No matter where you are, I just know that we will always coexist even in ways we can't explain with words.
You are my sixth sense.
No matter how hard I try not to fall asleep, I'll always end up in dreams. You will always be present in each of them. Are we dreaming the same dreams? Are we in the same dreams?
I realize that no matter what, I can always sense us.
We become my seventh sense.
Undoubtedly, how do we know what lies between dream and reality? How do we know what lies between me and you?
What is hidden? What is forbidden?
What is real? How am I supposed to feel?
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Exhaustion: The 7th Sense
Ficción GeneralYou are my sixth sense. We become my seventh sense. {a short fiction inspired by NCT U - 7th Sense and NCT U - Without You, on how I perceive general anxiety and social anxiety}
