Ha... damn it, I fucking collapsed again, arrghh!! I really sucks at dealing with this damn motion sickness.
Wait... Now that I think about it, didn't I have motion sickness in my past life too? I used to collapse often while riding rides.
And I really fucking hate that. But luckily, I passed out, and now I'm in this incredibly comfy place. It feels like I'm lying on a soft, squishy pillow.
'Wait, did I just say soft pillow? Squishy?!' I thought to myself, now feeling confused.
"?!!"
But then that confusion quicky vanishes as I suddenly feel something over the top of my head.
A soft, sweeping hand that keeps rubbing my head. Each stroke gives me a blissful feeling, as if all my worries have disappeared.
"Wuaa. This is a blessing." I mindlessly mumbled, thoroughly satisfied.
"Ohh, Night, you finally woke up," a sweet yet childish voice said.
As I heard that voice, sudden realizations dawned upon me, prompting me to open my eyes and figure out what exactly was happening.
