Life, Once Again!

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I had a dream, a very long dream. I don't remember what it was, but I can see it was a really long dream. I glanced at my cell phone clock at 5: 59, and the alarm went off after one minute.

You close your eyes for a moment, listening to the belt wailing alarm. What a dream. The time that remains deep inside the body does not go away. My body is heavy. I can feel the mass of time.

I turned around and stood up my torso. My neck is sweaty. Is he in a bad mood? The wind came in through the window that was open all night. His neck disappears through a slight open doorway. It's cold, it doesn't fit in mid-August.

I closed the window and got up. His head was still chasing the scum of dreams. When I washed my hair and washed my hair, my eyes looked away from me. What was it? Wiping off the sweat overnight clears my mind a little, but the trail of dreams is blurry.

“Going out again today? ”

It was the sea coming out of the room with yawning. The floor nods briefly.

“What are you doing up so early? ”

“I heard the water. I'm going back to sleep. ”

The sea drank a sip of water along the cup, telling me to go carefully and come into the room. A quiet kitchen again. I baked a toaster and fried an egg. I brought it into the living room. I turned on the TV with a remote control rolling around on the couch and asked for a slice of toast. The crunchy texture turns to sound and irritates the ears. The floor chewed and thought of a dream. Was it a nightmare, or was it a dream? Dreams became blurrier and blurrier in the distortion.

It was time to finish eating and go to the kitchen and do the dishes. Looking down at the bowl in the bubble, I realized I couldn't remember if it was a boy or a girl between me and her.

I turned on the faucet and bubbled it down. A bubble in the water swirls and gets sucked into the drain. In the vanishing bubble, the floor sees its own memory. The vessel is the present memory. The bubble is a memory of the past. The clearer the present, the more the past disappears. Like that bubble that gets sucked in.

“Was it a daughter or a son? ”

The forcing finger slides over the washing bowl and makes a pod. The floor is drained and the bowl is placed on the shelf. The user's face is dimly illuminated by its radiant surface. Eyes are frozen.

I took a small sigh and entered the bathroom. I looked in the mirror with my toothbrush. I think I know a little bit about the meaning of a long dream. I finished brushing my teeth and changed my clothes. I can see the shorts in the closet that are too small to wear. Looking at those pants brings up the question again. Was it a boy or a girl?

It feels like I swallowed sand. I sat at my desk and grabbed a pen. I opened a visible notebook and placed a red signature pen on a white paper. A dot is stamped on the paper. The floor looked at that point. I know too well what to use I am confident that I can fill all of this notebook.

The red dot grows slightly. The paper that absorbed the ink is blown away. My hands tremble. The floor closes its pen lid with a deep sigh.

If I write it down, will it become a memory? If we transfer our memories to letters and look at them later, can we really call them memories? Perhaps it is more about knowledge than memory. Understand me as a note I don't know. I can't laugh.

It was then that I felt popular behind my back. She turned around and there she was. Angels, reapers, demons. Or a representative of God. The woman who called herself whatever she wanted. Ah, I told him to call me an angel comfortably the other day.

“I stopped by to check on you. Luckily, nothing's wrong. ”

“I suppose even moments like this were planned. ”

“Yes, something like that. ”

The floor nods. I don't doubt it was kind of you to tell me. I don't even want to ask why this is happening. The person who died was revived. I got a golden opportunity. I'm thankful for that, but I'm not shameless enough to ask for convenience.

I just have a few questions.

“You said that before, right? My memories don't just fade away, they sink subconsciously. ”

“That's right. Memories are imprinted on souls. No one can erase it. It's just a cover. Don't get in trouble. Well, if you cover it up a lot, sometimes the imprint disappears. ”

The floor looks at her and asks.

“Then is there any chance that the memory could come back intact? Not just a single memory, but everything I've been through before. ”

She shakes her head to the left and to the right. It was a relaxed gesture, but his expression was resolute.

“That's never going to happen. It's sad, but that miracle doesn't happen. ”

Sad thing. Is there any emotion in this woman? Or is it leveling them out for a smooth conversation? Like soothing a crying child, a woman might use the right words.

“I'd like to ask you a few questions, but if you're not busy, could you spare a moment?" ”

“Whatever it takes. We'll hardly ever see each other again. ”

It was a woman who sat on the bed. Strangely, the duvet crumples and tells me she's sitting there. I thought spirits were weightless.

“Go ahead, ask. I'll tell you what I can. ”

“I'm going to ask you a few questions. Is there anyone else born like me? ”

“There could be. It may not exist. ”

“That's a vague answer. ”

“I'm not a god. He doesn't know everything. ”

“I see. Then I want to know where my grandmother, who was my mother, is now. ”

“I can't tell you that. ”

“Shouldn't be too much trouble. I just want to see you. I want to talk to you like I used to. I received a grace that I could not repay. ”

“But that person at this time has done you no favors. ”

“You know it's not a matter of propaganda. I just want to see you. ”

“I can't tell you. ”

I peered at the determination of the solidified purchase. The floor sweeps its head up. We are at a stage of disappearance, not a blur of memory. I wanted to go to the person who gave me a second chance at life before I could even remember. If you live a difficult life, you are willing to roll up your arms and help. That is the way of man.

The woman who was silent for a while said.

“He's doing well, so don't worry. ”

“I just wanted to see you and say hello. Can't you do that too? ”

“You're so stubborn. Please wait.”

The woman reaches out her hand. The floor stares at his hand. What are we going to do?

“Don't you know the handshake? ”

“Ah.”

I can't believe it's a handshake. The floor grabs the woman's hand. Warmth spreads throughout the hands. I expected it to be cold, but I'm surprised. The woman closes her eyes. The floor looked at the woman quietly. It's so beautiful. I think it's the essence of beauty. The shivering eyes are amazing. I feel like a person looking at you like this. At that moment, she looks slightly at the woman's face. Do they resemble each other? I don't think they resemble each other that much. I've learned my lesson. You've got a thing for her.

“Why are you smiling? ”

I noticed it like a ghost. I wonder if I can keep my eyes closed. The floor reminds me of someone who looks like him. "She opens her eyes. The black eyes, which cannot be said to belong to humans, stare at themselves. At that moment, there was another scene in front of my eyes.

The rooftop of the building. The lady holding the baby behind her is laying out her laundry. I could see why just by looking behind me. It's him. I realize I don't remember his name at the moment.

“Where am I? ”

“Just look at it. I just want to make sure you're doing okay. Don't get involved too much. I said, don't get altruistic. Live your life. ”

The laundry lady turned around. A kind face. I feel at ease when I see it. I wanted to talk to him, but my body didn't move. Well, there's no way I can talk to him. I took my eyes off her. She's sleeping in a sack.

The floor looked at the girl for a long time. It's hard to take my eyes off of it for some reason. Maybe it's because I suddenly remembered my child that I don't think of anymore. Was my child a girl like that, or was he a strong man? A girl with fat cheeks grimaced and began to cry loudly. At that moment, the landscape changed again. He came back to his room.

“Can you do anything? ”

“No, I can just see it. ”

It was a woman who spoke boldly. The floor reminds me of her. The house didn't look so good. I want to help if I can find it. When I was thinking about it, suddenly my hands were still holding my sight. The woman was not letting go. The floor was not awkward. Rather, I forgot that I was holding hands because it was so natural.

It's a funny thing.I wonder if she's greedy because she's pretty. I thought you were a man of instinct. Time to loosen up. I flew my bent finger to signal. I was a little embarrassed to say it. I could see the woman's fingers slowly blooming. You seem a little slow to move. I wonder if the magic I just cast was overwhelming. I don't need to be sorry.

He lets out a small sigh. I can't repay the savior of life. Even if you try to find it, you won't be able to find it unless you know its name. No, as long as you know the name, it's hard. I've moved several times since I married her, but I don't remember the exact location. He lived right next door to the house. The fuzzier the memory, the more mournful it is today.

‘It was a residential area. I didn't see an apartment. ’

It was when I thought about what I just saw. You see a woman slapping her sword on her white suit trousers. Finger that flicks with a constant beat. What's that supposed to mean?

The floor looked at the woman's face. Now he has a light smile. Her sweet smile overlaps on that smile. It was a moment, but the two smiles looked very similar.

“That's enough. ”

“What's that? ”

“Time.”

“Time?”

The floor tilts its head. Then the detection of the woman moving up and down stopped. Maybe he was counting the time.

“You said you had a question for me, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Do it.”

“Yes?”

“I'll give you an answer, so give it a try. ”

Strange woman. When you say no. The floor decides to ask you something before the woman's transformation is over.

“I told you before. Th……. ”

The floor frowns. I didn't think of it. I tried to ask you something important, but I can't remember. It had something to do with how he was reincarnated, but the important part didn't come to mind. After he died, he met this woman, and something happened, and then he was reborn.

“Don't you have any more questions? ”

“…… I don't feel so good. Were you waiting for the moment your memory disappeared? ”

“I wish you would consider my position. because I'm having a hard time answering the questions over and over again. ”

“Phew, okay. Now go. I don't think there's anything I can find out anyway. You don't need an escort, do you? ”

“Of course.”

It was a woman who stood up with a kind smile. The floor looks at her and then sighs and follows her up.

“I didn't mean to upset you. But understand this.He's a terrible human being. You wouldn't happen to have feelings like this, would you? ”

“I don't know. I think I did, I don't think I did. ”

Or maybe I forgot. The woman's last words sound very small.

“Mr. Hangul. Live your life now. The life you can enjoy the most. Not for anyone, but for yourself. ”

At the end of the sentence, the woman disappeared before my eyes. It wasn't like sprinkling light and going up into the sky, or like a portal from a movie. She evaporated, as if she hadn't been there from the beginning.

The floor exhaled and grabbed the phone. It seemed like a long time ago, but the clock was pointing to 6: 28. The last time I checked was 27 minutes.

You look down at your hand. The warmth remains in your palm. The only proof that time was not false. The floor smiles bitterly and takes your bag. Today, Su-yeon will perform in a drama. I had time for an appointment, but I didn't want to be in the room for some reason.

“Let's bounce. ”

You open the front door with your bag on one shoulder and walk out of the house.

The air is thick.

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October 10.

It was an autumn day that smelled like water.

The wind is cold now. It's evidence that the fall foliage is coming. There's already a place to look, but it's not there yet.

Hah. I want to spend some time under the fall foliage, too.

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