Tae Hyung
April 11, Year 22
It was dawn when I woke up. The familiar smell and the
Dad's snoring echoed from his room. The air was murky.
on the other side of the inserted translucent glass piece
It stirred at the front door. It's only three steps.
from the narrow entrance where the shoes were
scattered all the way to the master bedroom. I started to sleep.
there since I don't know when.
I felt pressure in my back and shoulders while
I got up. I went out with a glass of water in my hand.
I carelessly slipped off my shoes and walked
Slowly. I passed the police station, the alley, and
the pedestrian crossing, and the railway on the other side appeared
The view. It was before sunrise, and the street was
Submerged in silence, with no cars outside yet.
Someone's vomit stank early in the morning.
I walked along the railway. One, two, three,
Four. I stopped in front of the fourth container from the end.
It was Namjoon's. I grabbed the doorknob and stopped.
Namjoon must be asleep now. And what I saw last night...
In my dream it must be nothing more than a nightmare.
I took a sip of water and turned around. The station
in ruins and the railway, the abandoned houses, the
trees, and the weeds that grew randomly among them
Two. A black plastic bag rolled toward me and then
It flew through the air. It was a poor neighborhood.
In my dream, this area was engulfed in flames.
The whole scene seemed to glow and shimmer. Perhaps it was because of the
Whether it was the heat, or perhaps because I was dreaming, someone screamed.
a kind of shrill sound, crying and the sound of
Something crumbled, everything came together and flooded my mind.
The images that shone in the distance drew closer.
Suddenly, at full speed. I felt nauseous and closed my eyes.
My eyes, but it was a dream. I couldn't get rid of them.
closing your eyes.
My gaze, initially blocked by the flames, to
The next minute he was pushed because of the people who
They were facing away from each other, and then he suddenly stopped. One of them...
Two, three, four. The fourth container belonged to Namjoon.
The door had fallen off. There were bloodstains.
Flames erupted inside. People moved aside.
One after another. The apartment came into view. Namjoon was
He was lying there. Someone blurted out, "He's dead."
I opened my eyes to find the ceiling of my house.
I could hear Dad snoring. It was all a dream.
My hand suddenly hurt. I turned on the cold water from the tap and
I extended my palm. It felt numb under the stream of water.
Water. I filled a cup with water and drank it. It was a dream.
A nightmare.
