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hitoshi wakes up from a nightmare.
unable to move his arms, he silently panics. he feels that he can move his legs, so in the middle of the storm that's in his mind, he manages to sit and finally starts to feel his hands responding. quickly turning on the little light on his bedside table, trying to catch his breath and recognizing his surroundings, he sees the door of his room. his posters on the wall. the backpack he left on the chair, next to the table, ready for the upcoming day.
it's not the first time he's had a nightmare like that one, waking up drenched in sweat and terrified.
but he's okay. he will be okay.
...
he managed to fall asleep shortly after the nightmare, but that wasn't enough to avoid feeling restless in the morning.
following his routine, he feels as if he's on autopilot: get up, feed the cats, coffee, shower, get to work. work time, getting back home, taking care of the cats, sleep. or at least, trying to sleep.
he doesn't even remember when or how he fell into this loop, he just knows that as much as he wants to break this cycle of never-ending tiredness and numbness, he can't.
he misses his friends. but he doesn't have energy. not for himself, not for others. he feels guilty. and that makes him drown even deeper into himself.