The World Is A Fake [!]

—He who is scared always falls—

I awoke just a few minutes ago, the soft sheeting of a mattress designed for my comfort is engulfing me. So comfortable yet I think I'm drowning.

Besides the blinding white light I'm usually used to, the plants seem much in bloom, more then yesterday for some reason.

As soon as I get out of the sheets, go to a mirror, stroke my hair my usual morning routine. Despite the distraction of finding strange powder in my hair I still think. About last night. Dear... I think for a moment, before being rudely abstracted by a young pink haired girl, wearing long white robes, dove wings fluttering metres from her.

"Isamu-Chan... Are you doing that self-indulged thinking again? Anne said to stop that before you start thinking food is an animal!"

The nerve of her, oh wow. I can't even think in this hell hole!

"Maruka.... IF I NEEDED YOU TO COME IN AND START BEING AN ANNOYING, DISTASTEFUL BOAR I'D ASK!!!"

Slowly, as I yelled at her.. her lip quivered, tears forming next to her nose. She ran off sobbing. I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, but it's what she does every day and I've had enough!