Sunny and cloudless.
Gentle sunlight seeped through the curtains, showering the man's face, the warmth and brightness waking him from his hazy dream.
He rose with a hint of confusion, feeling a slight pain in his mind.
It's been like this lately, ever since that rare natural disaster in Old Dunling; he's been this way, with his memory faltering, waking up feeling exhausted and headachey.
He didn't think anything was wrong, instinctively attributing these "abnormalities" to his aging and the aftermath of his drinking.
"Ah... what a terrible storm."
The man sighed, recalling that seemingly endless rainstorm, but inside, all he had was awe and fear of the disaster; he couldn't remember the specific details at all.
However, the Queen's Daily has been reporting on such matters lately, saying that when people break free from bad memories, they instinctively forget to protect themselves.
The man thought this sounded reasonable, as no one wants to keep reliving those awful things.
