Dreams tend to fade away quickly, but the dreamer's mysterious land had an imprint-like characteristic on Ferris' mind. It was hard to forget, not that he would want to though.
Before anything came to mind, he noticed the unfamiliar roof that loomed above him and felt a sense of deja vu, just like when he came into this world with an unprepared mind.
But unlike before, he didn't feel any chaos going through his mind or disjointed memories.
No... forget about the roof, I can't seem to move.
Ferris tensed up, but he couldn't.
I can tell I'm lying on a bed, but I can't call this a bed.
...It's too comfortable.
Ferris' back was practically glued to the mattress, and his head was sunk into the pillow, causing his cheeks to be slightly compressed.
After everything that had happened, this was a natural reaction.
It feels like I'm getting eskimo kisses by an army of angels. Ferris began to lose consciousness, his mind slowly being hexed by a well-crafted bed.
At this rate...
