Sleeping in blue

What is this strange feeling? Wait, I can't move, this unpleasant feeling is getting annoying, maybe I'm just dreaming, no, this is completely different, it's like my consciousness is in the consciousness of another dreamer, I see the clear blue sky, I don't see anyone outside the endless sky, interesting... It's a scary feeling, and although it's like I've already felt it, I'm just subconsciously trying to suppress it deep inside myself, I have to give more of myself to the feeling if I want to get out of this hopelessness and interesting situation.

I can see something, luckily, I start concentrating harder to make out this strange figure, it's a man swinging a huge sword, can I see it right? A terrifying figure who does not know the impossible, he just stands motionless and can only move his impossibly tenacious body with the swing of his sword, all alone in the dead and empty part of the mountains, where there is not a soul.

Maybe it's my imagination, but I just blinked, that person was still there before, but now I'm holding his sword, which in the second I realized, am I holding? It was impossible to swing that sword like that fearless and already inconceivably disciplined figure held, with every powerful movement that his perfectly trained body was capable of. The huge sword, which my tiny arms could not hold, immediately hit the ground. Even the clear blue sky could only be called a beginner's worn grip compared to that unknown figure and his sword. With this sword, I feel that if I could swing it, I could reach unimaginably far, I could even cut through this blue infinity, but I would not hope for that, I'm sorry, it's impossible, I'm a little caught up in this incredible feeling, not only the sword, but the man who wielded that wonderful sword exuded such an inconceivable amount of confidence.

I think he wants to send me a message, the more I am here and give myself to this feeling, the more my dream fades and I can already feel the slightly uncertain movement of my fingers. It's a pleasant feeling, a tingle or like a bolt of lightning going through my whole body, from my forehead to my toes, I can call myself lucky that at least it's not a nightmare that I can't wake up from, but a much more defining event, that is, I think it's a key scene in my life, which I can't avoid it, but why would I avoid it? At least I have something to hold on to, if all the ropes break, that person's unbreakable will play a significant role in my life...

I began to feel my consciousness, my thoughts, and worries, I regained control of my mind, and now I am the one who opens the book, although my dream is not over yet, because I have not woken up yet, so what else do you have in store for me, you mysterious stranger. Instead of the beautiful sky, I can only see blackness, let's wait, it's like evening. A familiar white light on my shoulder, then I turn around, and the glow of the moon in the sky, which is a little interesting to me, the full moon, as if it wants to tear my fears from the depths of my soul through my heart, so that there is no trace of my doubts about this feeling, um, so do you want me to be strong enough? I don't have that much self-confidence, but I saw you have it, that sword that you wield with infinite discipline and strength, then with light tenderness, your courage, which comes from your immeasurable strength of will and even standing on the edge of obsession, you swing your sword as if it stopped time is all around you and you don't care about anything anymore, or on the contrary, are you trying to tell me something? Something important? Come on, let me hear or at least whisper in my ear. I'm a bit confused, even in the moonlight he's just swinging his sword like a non-worldly being, it can't be human, it's impossible, I was a little scared by this thought, but unfortunately, as always, my curiosity was stronger than because of the strange shadow of the tree, but this now, I feel, it is much more important than a shadow.

I watched the man from a distance for a while, but as time passed, he swung his sword closer and closer to me, and then suddenly he threw another sword at me, what do you want to say? Answer me! I just looked at him, but from his long hair, I couldn't see his face, only the outline of his endlessly overworked body and the worn sword pointing at me on the ground. I got it, so this is what you wanted to tell me all along, do you want to duel? I've never held a sword before, but this fits perfectly in my hand, this hilt, I run my hand along it, it feels like it's been with me since I was born, this fine pleated surface, but I don't remember it, the blade is a little worn, but I feel that I just need to sharpen or make it sharp, sharp enough to cut that huge sword in two with one blow. I look at my sword held by the trembling hands of my small arms, trembling. This is unusual, as soon as I held this strange sword in my hand, all my fears disappeared, I look at the sword, I know you were with me all along, did I just leave you? Or did someone take it from me? Whatever the reason, I have to fight the man in front of me.

I stand in front of the incredible figure, then I run towards him, after the contact of our swords, there was no sound until I barely held the weight of his sword, that man didn't flinch, what did I expect from myself, I'm only 14 years old, even if I'm only in a dream well, I'm not strong enough to keep up with an opponent of this level. The man stopped swinging his sword, I thought he would never do it, he sways his hair and looks into my eyes, then he smiles at me, I can't describe this feeling, but I feel the relief it turned out to be a human and not some otherworldly being, another thing is that he can't be much older than me, he seems very young, I say almost like a child... His silver hair started to shine in the moonlight and his sword... What? Where did your sword go? I can't see his hands at all anymore, and then suddenly an elf girl flies past me at great speed and whispers good night in my ear.

Finally, I feel the feeling I've been waiting for a while, the warmth from my chin to my forehead, ah, the strong and sure feeling of the sunlight, as if a line of light at its broken point is tearing through my skull, tickling my eye sockets, it's time wake up. I open my slightly groggy eyes, which were disoriented for a moment by the strange dream or vision, not because I'm afraid, but rather because of the uplifting feeling that makes me feel that nothing and no one can stop anything and whatever I'm up to.

I wipe my eyes, then look to the side and see Yoriko sleeping peacefully on the other bed. Her beautiful short silver hair, which just hangs in her eyes, I lean towards her with a delicate movement and gently touch her cheek, I adjust her hair behind the back of her ear, and then my heart jumps out, I am completely confused, my hands are even shaking a little, but still just my childhood friend, I love her with all my heart, maybe not out of friendly love, but I can't tell my feelings yet, I don't have enough courage.

Yoriko had woken up, judging by her reaction. She smiles at me, then adjusts her blouse and her beautiful short hair that I clumsily swept to the side of her.

Yoriko: - Good morning.