"Yes, good job"
I jump to surprise at the voice I hear right in my ear.
Familiar view, calming smell, lazy body.
Nothing.
It was in my bedroom at home, on a bed that I slept in every day.
"... ha. It was the worst nightmare I've ever had, like, suffocating to death in a conch."
"Oh, no, it's not a dream"
The only difference is that a strange girl in her mid-teens or so sits a bit on a flat-screen TV.
Much clever.
Sounds like a little butt ache though.
"You're dead. Suffocate with concrete."
"Oh, I knew it?
Normally, I would almost hesitate.
But I was able to recognize the situation as “something like that” with wonder.
'Cause I'm dead.
Yet all I can think about is thinking this way and thinking that something beyond my imagination is happening at a time when I can determine whether this is a dream or a reality.
Then it's a waste of time to think about it.
I can't help thinking about things I don't understand.
"You're calm."
"I guess it's a little different. If you think about it, you won't know anyway, so you're out of your mind."
"I think you're looking at what you need to see for that."
That narrows my red eyes.
It was obvious.
Outside the window, the back cover of the book, the flooring wood.
None of them can be remembered in detail, but are representatives of objects that are obscured in dreams.
I don't think this is a dream any more than I can clearly see all of it......
Though I'm not very sure.
"Well, what shall we talk from"
The girl lands without sound when she jumps off the TV.
Long dark hair stretched out to the waist spreads flutterily, placing it for a beat and tightening it up.
And it's black like crow feathers.
Then tell me about you.
"Is that me?
"Yes, I know you're not as old as you look. That's what grown-ups do with a little bit of maturity and expression. It's too far from what it looks like to even look creepy."
"You're rude."
"I'm sorry, because in a way this is like business. He's an occupational disease."
There is also an odd colour in the mushy expression.
I was going to feel weird because of the imbalance with the rest of my face.
"So, who the hell are you?
"I... right, call me Marie"
Is the name French even though it looks pure Japanese?
You don't have to imbalance it to that point.
"Marie, I see. So what kind of god is Marie?
"I have destiny...... ha. You know, when you die, it doesn't heal."
Marie sighs like a shudder.
Let's take it as a compliment.
"Enough, let's talk about you"
"Mine?
"Yes, let's start with the reason I brought you here"
Marie put it on the table when she took a single file out of the drawer on the TV set.
I know what it is, or I made it.
"This is the list of people you ducked"
"Yeah."
"You have defrauded money from the people on this list."
"Yes, that's why you called me here to punish me?
"No, vice versa."
Marie smiled softly in her mouth and sat down next to me.