Seo Woojin doesn't usually remember what dream he had the previous night, but last night, sunlight drifted and refracted the blue shade into colors he had never seen, above was a fluffy white cloud moving in a shoal, soft sand against his toes, the left over of children's sky castle; light breeze and sandy beach. But as soon as he ran toward the ocean aqua, the air was suddenly no longer cool and salty, but rather dry and bitter on his palate.
He open his eyes and the sky turns into a net of spider-webs.
He prop himself up, thick blanket falls on his lap. He slides out of his bed and head toward the window. The sky is like a dome of plasma-blue, with a hint of churlish grey cloud and slowly, they pour out tiny balloon of sopping moisture, pitter-patter against the windowpane. The gleaming disc of sun disappears, replaced by the never ending sound of water snap and crackle, sometimes they sound like a glassy clinking of champagne flute.
'February 8th : Histology class 8am, Anatomy Class 10:30, Skills Lab 1:00' is written in one of the yellow sticky notes on his wall, and another string of words below the first, 'Return Cha Eunjae’s diFiore Atlas of Histology'.
"Ah her book."
He takes a pen out of his bag, jotting down something on another yellow note, a clumsy strokes come out as 'thank you' he plan to paste in the first page of her book but the paper soon is crumpled and tossed into the bin.
Another day has started and he still doesn't know how to express his feeling
