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A drifting consciousness. A hazy world.
It feels like being buried in a giant cotton candy cloud..
Now is the time for dozing. A time when I’m aware that I’m asleep, yet I can’t move. A time when I don’t want to move.
During this time, I dream while remaining fully aware. I can stay asleep while sensing that it’s a dream.
A familiar voice. A nostalgic time. The kindness I was immersed in. The world I was allowed to immerse myself in.

They accepted that I didn’t have to do anything.
You don’t have to do anything, they said. Because everyone else is so talented, they told me.
It’s true, everyone was talented. Talented enough that it was fine even if I did nothing.
I was pretty talented myself. But in the world I was born into, that talent was too small—not even enough to be considered ordinary.

“We can’t let him be seen. It would be a disgrace to our family. There are plenty of those kinds of kids everywhere. How on earth did such a mediocre child come from our excellent genes?”

Someone said something like that. Was it the person called Mom? Or was it the person called Dad?
I kept sleeping. Because everyone let me. Because they told me to.
I didn’t have to do anything.
I didn’t have to go anywhere.
That’s why—don’t let anyone see you.
Because every single adult said so.
My body, no longer exposed to sunlight, grew pale and thin, just like a vampire girl.
I kept sleeping in that world. Occasionally I’d wake up to read a book, try my hand at cooking, or do things I could manage without going outside.
The “high-achievers” who came to check on me from time to time looked at me with two different kinds of eyes.
Mockery or pity.
Among them, the girl who looked at me with pity would sometimes gaze at me with teary eyes from behind the iron bars. I felt so terribly guilty about it that I even thought it would be easier if she just mocked me instead.

“I can sleep all day, isn’t that great? Don’t worry about it. They bring me meals, and if I feel like it, I can cook for myself… and I can even get snacks if I ask. Oh, come on, don’t cry. Oh, right. I recently learned a trick where I can make all kinds of sounds without changing my expression. Want to see?”

Facing the child who looked like they were about to cry, I said those things to them through the iron bars. I was always so sleepy, so I don’t remember much, but I think I said something like that.
A happy time. A world where no one disturbed my sleep.
I was content in that world. Yet, for some reason, I ended up reincarnating into another world.

Seriously, what a nuisance. Thanks to that, I have to go looking for a new host to mooch off of again.
I ended up having to put those housekeeping skills I’d learned “just in case” there was no one left to host me to use.
There’s no way I’d ever feel motivated, so why force me to reincarnate with such enthusiasm? I wish they’d give that privilege to someone more serious.
There must have been plenty of people more deserving than me.
There must have been plenty of people far more determined than me.

“Mmm, nyu…”

My body twitched. Meaningless sounds escaped my mouth.
My drowsy state was ending; I was about to wake up.

…What a hassle.

I wish I could just stay asleep and never wake up.
As I thought that, my drifting consciousness slowly began to rise.
Even forcing my rising consciousness back down felt like a hassle, so I simply let my mind drift with the sensation.

Aah.
Seriously, I wish someone would just take care of me.