Sequence Twenty-Four: Just a Regular Day

Hmm?

…White…

This dream… again.

It’s the second time, but it seems I am aware that this is a dream somehow.

This place with nothing else in it but me.

The ground is flat with no bumps nor rocks while the area of it is indefinite, no matter how long and far I try to walk, I still can’t reach the end of it.

Is there even an end of it? Or a corner perhaps? It’s more like, as if I’m walking yet staying still in place.

Somehow, I can clearly see the rest of my body, my arms, my legs, all of it except for my face, which is not really possible for the current situation.

Why am I… seeing such a dream?

Just as I think about it, I can clearly hear footsteps passing behind but when I turn around, no one is there, just the usual white background.

I know, or rather “I feel” that I am expecting someone… to be here.

“Hey… Will I ever see you again?”

Those words… that voice, the owner of it.