Urging Feeling

Nox was sound asleep in his cozy bed, covered in a warm blanket. Through the cracks in the window blind, a bright light of incandescent morning light permeated the darkness of his room.

Suddenly, a knock is heard on the door before it creaks open.

"Just one more minute, Mom…" Nox mumbled in his sleep.

With a soft smile on her face, Nox's Mom entered the room and walked towards his bed. With a gentle tug, she pulled the blanket off him, exposing him to the cool air.

"Good morning, Noxy. It's time to wake up. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen… Come on, you have school today."

Nox groaned and rubbed his eyes

"Mom, just one more minute, please. I'm tired."

"Sweetie, I know it's hard to leave your cozy bed, but you need to get ready. You can't be late for school again."

Nox yawned before clearing his throat.

"But Mom, I had the weirdest dream. I was in an ambulance and some old man told me to kill a daemon or something? I wanna see what happens next."

"I'm glad you had a nice dream, but dreams can wait. Real life is calling, Noxy. You have a whole day of learning and adventure ahead of you. Now, come on, get up."

He sighed.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up. But I told you not to call me Noxy anymore. I'm 6 years old now."

"Yeah… yeah Noxy, as long as you promise to get ready quickly. And don't forget to brush your teeth."

"Alright, I promise. Just give me a minute to wake up properly."

Nox's mom smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately

With a sigh, Nox swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his body protesting the sudden change in temperature. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness that clung to him. His movements were sluggish as he reached for his clothes, his mind still caught between the realms of dreams and reality.

He slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, not bothering to notice that they were inside out.

His fingers fumbled with the drawstrings of his pants, struggling against the morning haze that clouded his mind. Nox dragged himself towards the door, his steps slow and unsteady.

The aroma of sizzling bacon and eggs wafted through the air, enticing his senses. His stomach growled, urging him to hasten his pace. Nox entered the kitchen, his eyes half-closed and his hair disheveled, and was greeted by the sight of a tantalizing breakfast spread before him.

His mom smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting her love and care.

"Breakfast is ready. Sit down and eat before it gets cold."

"Alright… Thanks for the food!"

Nox quickly took his seat and dug into the mouthwatering feast in front of him. As he devoured each bite, the taste awakened his senses and began to shake off the last remnants of sleep. Something was strange though

As he reached for the golden-brown toast, a faint tinge of sadness washed over him, leaving him perplexed. Nox couldn't understand why he felt this way.

Nevertheless, he pushed the feeling aside and eagerly sank his teeth into the crispy toast. The flavors exploded in his mouth, a symphony of crunch and buttery goodness. His mother always knew how to make the simplest of meals taste extraordinary, a talent that never failed to astound him. Despite the inexplicable sadness lurking in his heart, Nox found solace in the comforting flavors and textures of the breakfast his mother had prepared.

As Nox savored each bite, a single tear welled up in his eye, escaping down his cheek. His hand instinctively shot up, wiping away the evidence before it could betray his hidden emotions. Confusion etched across his face, he wondered why his enjoyment of a delicious meal was accompanied by a silent tear.

Glancing towards the old clock hanging on the kitchen wall, Nox's eyes widened in realization.

"5 minutes… I'm going to miss the bus!"

Without waiting for a response, Nox shoved the remaining food into his mouth, savoring the flavors as best he could. He grabbed his backpack from the chair beside him, flung it over his shoulder, and sprinted toward the front door, barely giving his mom a chance to say goodbye.

"Nox, slow down! Don't forget your lunch!"

But Nox was already halfway out the apartment door, his mind solely focused on catching the bus. He dashed down the corridor, his heart pounding, and burst out onto the busy street.

As he hurriedly made his way to the bus stop, he could still taste the remnants of his favorite breakfast lingering in his mouth.

With a final burst of speed, Nox reached the bus stop just as the bus pulled up. He hopped on board, breathless but relieved, and found a seat near the back. As the bus began to rumble forward, Nox leaned back in his seat.

The hairs on his arms stood on end.

'Huh… that's strange.'

He rubbed his arms, attempting to dispel the peculiar tingling, but it persisted, refusing to relent.

However, just as he began to examine the weird feeling, Nox stopped when a backpack slammed him into his face.

Angrily he exclaimed, "What was that for? Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Hey Nox!"

After rubbing his head for a moment, Nox sat straight looking a little dumb founded.

The person standing right beside him was a short and rather pretty girl, with dark silky hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a gray hoodie, short black shorts, and a baseball cap . While Nox sat there looking like an idiot with his inverted shirt and pants.

"Celeste?"

The girl nodded.

"Yep, that's me! Now scooch over, Mr. Fashion Disaster. There's no more seats left!"

Nox blinked in confusion. "What? There are plenty of seats left."

Celeste's mischievous smile widened.

"Oh, really? Well, you see, I have a special preference for this particular seat."

She plopped down beside Nox, bouncing with excitement, and beamed like a beacon of joy.

"By the way, what's with the tortured expression on your face? Did you accidentally step on a pile of grumpy cat memes?"

Nox almost choked on his spit.

"Tortured look? Just having a fashion emergency, thanks to my awesome coordination skills."

"Oh really?"

Celeste laughed, her melodic voice ringing through the air.

A moment later, Nox sat at the back of the classroom, his mind preoccupied with the strange sensations he had been experiencing lately. Ever since he woke up, this nagging sensation bothered him.

As the teacher droned on about history, Nox's attention wavered, his focus drifting to the murmurs of his classmates.

Nox glanced at his hand, his hair still on end.

'There's nothing out of the ordinary, so what is happening?'

'What's wrong?'

Nox rubbed his eyes in a stressed manner

'I'll have to check what I'm making my senses panic'

Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the teacher calling his name.

"Nox!" the teacher exclaimed, his voice snapping Nox out of his reverie. "Are you paying attention? I just asked you a question."

Startled, Nox turned his gaze towards the teacher, trying to gather his thoughts quickly. He shook his head slightly, realizing he had been caught off guard.

"Um, sorry, sir. I must have zoned out for a moment there."

The teacher sighed, a mix of annoyance and concern evident on his face.

"This is the second time this week, Nox. You need to focus more in class. It's important for your studies."

Nox nodded, but his mind was still preoccupied with the mysterious sensations that had been plaguing him. He couldn't ignore whatever made him feel odd.

As the class continued, Celeste leaned over and whispered, "Hey, have you seen this new xalerant video? It's been making waves online."

Nox turned his attention to Celeste, momentarily distracted from his inner turmoil. "New xalerant video? No, I haven't seen it. What's it about?"

Celeste's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"It's incredible! The visuals, the storyline, everything. It's like nothing we've seen before. You have to watch it."

Nox felt the tingling sensation surge through him again, a gentle reminder of his unresolved quest. He furrowed his brow but quickly cleared his mind, not wanting to alarm Celeste with his peculiar thoughts.

"Huh, oh yeah, it's pretty good," Nox replied casually, trying to dismiss the sensations that threatened to consume him. "Maybe I didn't pay enough attention. I'll rewatch it."

Celeste grinned, sensing Nox's interest. "Yeah, come on. Let's watch it together on the bus ride home. It'll be awesome."

Throughout the bus ride, Nox sat beside Cellest, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.

He tried his best to ignore the persistent warning from his senses, the nagging feeling that urged him to delve deeper into whatever was causing it.