Right, this building was called the Sirius Observatory. “Welcome to the Despairesque Sirius Observatory”. Where they’d crossed out the beginning of the word “picturesque” with red spray-paint, writing “despair” instead. Looking at that sign in the dim dusk light, I’d seen the result of someone’s prank, “Welcome to the Picturesque Sirius Observatory”. The letters briefly flashed back what was written on it. That detestable sign was what I remembered first. I tried to adjust my mental frequency, searching for the most recent memories.
I tried to remember, but my memory was hidden by meaningless noise. I crawled closer to the bed until my right arm could move as much as possible, then I put both hands on the floor to push myself up carefully into a sitting position.
However only my right arm was restrained, so I could move the rest of my body freely. Somehow my right wrist became handcuffed to the leg of the bed, so I couldn’t move from that spot. I wasn’t on top of the bed, but on the floor. In my hazy state of consciousness, I finally began to understand the situation I was in. My eyes followed the chain, and I saw another bracelet fitted to the leg of the bed. My right arm was restricted and unable to reach my head. When I tried to move my right arm, the chain became tight and prevented me from doing so. More than anything, the chain was the problem. Even if it’s pretty, it’s decorated with a chain that made it rather difficult. It’s a sturdy bracelet that shines black. An unfamiliar bracelet was placed around it. Mind still fuzzy, I slowly lifted my head and looked at my right wrist. Going off of this information, I slowly became aware. I tried to wipe my face but, I got a strange feeling that something was off. My cheeks were completely soaked with tears. Why was I crying? Was it something sad that happened? Or, because of that dream again? I don’t know why. While sleeping, I felt like I shed a lot of tears.
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