The Girl from My Dream
Captain!
Captain, what are you doing?! You've got a mountain of paperwork piled up here!
I followed Lisa's finger and saw the enormous stack of documents waiting for me.
If you don't get through it soon, that stack will bury you alive!
*Rumble*
Before she could even finish her sentence, the documents collapsed, transforming into a tidal wave of pages surging straight toward me.
H-help!
I tripped on a loose sheet and fell, squeezing my eyes shut...
Yet even with my eyes closed, I could see the waves of documents closing in.
Hurry, Captain!
Captain!
Even as I was buried under the sea of papers, Lisa kept yelling and nagging...
Captain.
...Huh?
A gentler voice than before caught me off guard.
Open your eyes, Captain.
That voice... It's not Lisa's...
It's all right. It's only a dream.
I forced my heavy eyelids open.
A pale blue moonlight spilled across the dark night sky.
Ta-da. See? Once you opened your eyes, it all disappeared.
...And Seira was leaning over me as I lay in bed.
Nightmares aren't really anything to be afraid of.
Summer nights can be too hot, and winter nights too cold.
People have bad dreams for reasons that simple... and that natural.
But a dream ends when you wake.
I tried to call out Seira's name, but for some reason, my voice refused to come out.
I'll take that bad dream you just had.
Her cool palm touched my sweat-damp forehead. The chill was soothing.
Now, you'll be able to dream of something nice again.
Her fingers brushed lightly against my hair, gently smoothing it back.
I could feel my mind drifting into hazy calm at her touch...
I'll see you tomorrow morning, Captain.
It's morning...?
I felt as though I'd only just closed my eyes, yet daylight was already streaming in.
Stretching my refreshed limbs, I sat up in bed.
Good morning, Captain.
Did you have a pleasant dream last night?
...Dream?
As I began preparing for training, I suddenly felt an odd sense of familiarity at Seira's words.
Seira... did we...
By any chance... meet last night?
Last night...?
Mm... who knows? Maybe we met in a dream?
...The strange familiarity must've just been my imagination.
A dream ends when you wake...
...So it's only natural you wouldn't remember it.
Seira smiled as she spoke, but I couldn't help detect a quiet loneliness behind it.
Leaving that inexplicable sense of deja vu behind, I began our training for the day.