I Swear I Won’t Bother You Again!

No matter how terrible it is, the night is dawn and the day rises. There is no point in wishing to keep dreaming forever, nor is there a day when it will come true. Death, named Eternal Sleep, is not a dream, but nothing. With the same daily repetition, there is no expectation that there will be good things today, even if it is just waiting for time to pass. Just dream, wake up and live as long as you breathe.

Good morning, Marine.

Good morning, sir.

I saw my face and realized that Marine had a slightly distorted face and that she still had a terrible look today. No matter how fast you get into bed, by the time you fall asleep, the sky may have changed color. If I explain it to Marine, she'll say it's not sleep, it's fainting. As long as you can think beyond your reach, honestly, it doesn't matter. Dropping consciousness is the quickest way to stop imagining things around. However, even when you wake up, it is often a harmful way to drag a slight sleep and keep your consciousness from becoming clear or moving slowly.

"My cheeks are a little dry. Does it itch?

"Maybe it's because the temperature's dropping... I don't have any particular problems."

"Would you like to change the skin care a little bit from today?"

"Thank you, can I take care of it?

"Of course."

The gentle vibrations that brush your hair make you drowsy. I felt like I was sleepless and apparently unconscious last night. My head is heavy and my judgment is painful as if it was hung. If you could dive into bed right now, you'd be invited to the world of sleep so that it would flow. The imagination that you know you can't do is far more appealing than what you can do.

"Dear Violet, would you like to rest a little longer?

"... no, it's okay."

Marine's worried voice reaches Violet's ear, which was blurry with her face down. Even with the various dull sensations, I was able to firmly receive the voice and the care contained.

I smiled as easily as possible at Marine with her eyebrows and buttocks facing through the mirror.

"Are you ready for breakfast today?

"... yes. The chef insisted on preparing Violet's favorite dishes."

"It's fun. Well then, it's time to go."

Stand up, make your last appearance, and then leave the room. The muscles on my cheeks were forced to move as I walked. As naturally and unconsciously as possible. I don't know the shape when I touch my lips, but I'm sure I can paint my nails beautifully.

The door opened by standing in front of her leads Violet to the point where she fears.

"Good morning, onee-sama!

Smiling next to a laughing angel, that person.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?

"Good morning... Master Elephant"

Waiting for time to pass.

It's a shredded, paralyzed, abandoned thought. I only understood that I could hold on to my teeth.