時間的にはもうすぐ明日

I've already brushed my teeth, I don't have a habit of writing a diary before bed, and no commandment from school to write one, so I don't think I've forgotten anything.

Put short, preparations for sleep, complete. Even the futon is spread out. All that's left is to turn off the lights and snuggle in.

The moon is out, but with my eyes used to the lamp light, the level of moonlight beyond the sliding door is almost completely unreliable.

With my eyes, normally humanity's most important sense, interrupted, I work my other senses with all my might to somehow grasp the situation.

For example, the feeling on my skin of flowing air.

For example, the faint sounds collected by my ears. Following the eyes in the most informational sense, I naturally focus my thoughts here.

*Chirin*

Those ears pick up the sound of a bell.

I feel the downy hairs of my skin stand on end in a shiver, but it's not from a cooling breeze ferried in by a wind chime.

---*chirin*

The sound of bells from directly behind.

Over my darkness-adjusted eyes, tiny, chilled hands enclose them in darkness again.