ACT 1
yearning
Ah… honestly, what am I even doing?
I slept so much, and yet I’m still exhausted.
Muttering to myself, I held my head
and lowered my gaze to the floor, scattered in disarray.
I should clean this up.
Thinking that, I picked up the teddy bear.
Then—maybe the string had snapped when I dropped it—
the button the boy gave me back then
rolled softly across the floor.
…Him again.
What is this, I wonder?
Lately, more than ever,
it feels like his presence has been growing inside me.
As if to cut off that indescribable feeling,
I picked up the button,
and with the same hand, reached for the book.
At that moment, suddenly—
A blinding light burst forth,
engulfing my entire body,
and I was pulled in,
as if being swallowed by the book—
falling,
deeper and deeper.
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