Daydreams
B. NEW YORK - 1ST

I felt something strange about my body. Like something stuck to my face. My feet feel stiff even to move my toes. I try to open my eyes slowly, even though it feels heavy.

I can see the lights from the ceiling. I don't know why it feels bright. I turn off my lights when I go to sleep.

"Call Master Jun," exclaimed a woman who seemed to be beside me. Surprisingly he uses English.

My eyes are finally wide open. I could feel and see there was a breathing apparatus attached to my nose.

Am I dreaming? Surely it's. This might be the effect of the accident I've been through. The picture of being treated while in the hospital still filled my mind even when it was in the subconscious.

I heard the sound of the door opening loudly and some sound of shoe steps were heard.

"Is he really conscious?" ask a man like him to the woman beside me.

My head still felt heavy to move so I just squinted my eyes trying to find the origin of the sound. But there was no need, because the man approached my bed and I could see his face.

Outlandish. That was my first impression. I have never seen him, let alone known him. Then who is he?

"Hana" cried the man while looking at me.

Does my name change when I dream?

"You finally came to a realization as well" said the man holding tightly to my right hand. Just like the woman, she also speaks English.

Working as a translator and having majored in English literature makes me no stranger to the language being spoken by both.

I try to move my left hand. After some effort, I was finally able to lift it. Immediately I removed my breathing apparatus which was then assisted by a woman who seemed to be standing next to me.

The man still holds my hand. The look on her face implies pain and happiness. But strangely, he did not smile.

"Who are you?" I also use English. I tried to adapt even in a dream.

The man looked dumbfounded as if my question was something he had unexpectedly heard.

"What happened to her?"

The man then turned to look at the woman beside me again.

I spread my eyes around the room. The hospital room area I occupied might be like my apartment. The upper class that the price of the night if it is in Seoul will be very expensive.

"What don't you remember?" asked the woman to change her position standing in front of me.

He looks like the white robe he wears. It indicates that he is a doctor.

I smile. "I don't not remember, but it's only mortal" I said thinking that it was all just a dream.

The man scrunched his forehead like confusion. "Well, tell me if you can't remember or if there's a part of your body that hurts?" tanyanya's worried.

I try to sit. It was hard at first, but I managed to do it.

"You know you're in a coma, right?" ask the men to look at me.

I'm nodding. "Of course, I've been in a coma for two years, haven't I?"

The man shook his head. "Four years."

I laughed softly at how funny dreams really are. Things change irregularly, even if they are related to reality.

I wiped my hair back but it felt smooth. I then held it and it was not as choppy as before. I have slightly wavy hair, not straight. Even his previously tanned color turned black.

"Can you give me a mirror?" my door.

The woman then took something out of her doctor's suit pocket. "This is using mine."

I looked at my face that had not changed. I don't know why it feels foreign. Although the shape and color of my hair changed, but there are different things.

I turned to stare at the large window that was covered in curtains. "Can the window curtain be opened?" doors again.

This time a man wearing a black suit opened it for me. I also realized that behind the man who was still holding my hand were three other men wearing black suits.

I realized something that my room was upstairs. Looking from the windows of some skyscrapers that do not seem to be in Seoul. The atmosphere looks like abroad.

"Where is this?"

"New York."

I closed my surprised mouth with both hands. Make the hand that was grasped earlier become released naturally.

"How am I supposed to get here? From Korea," I murmured more to myself.

I try to catch my breath. I looked around me once more especially the man sitting beside me who was like he had never taken his eyes off me.

It feels too real for a dream. I raised both my hands and looked at him. What the hell happened to me?

"June?" I remember that the female doctor had asked for Mr. Jun to be called.

"You remember me Hana?" ask the man who seemed to be right named Jun with vigor.

"Hana, my name is Hana?"

I'm really confused in shock right now. I want to wake up soon. I tried to pinch my cheek and only the pain I felt.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?"

Jun sounded worried about my behavior so I stopped it before he thought I was crazy.

"What time is it?" I just want to make sure of something.

"Can you check what time it is in Seoul right now?" my many.

The doctor looked to raise his eyebrows and looked at Jun. But I saw Jun just nodding his head in order for the doctor to obey.

"Two o'clock in the morning" the doctor replied.

My brain then digested what was going on. Then I fell asleep for two hours and then dreamed afterwards.

"Don't tell me that it is now the twelfth of July two thousand nineteen" I said remembering the date today.

"True, it's today's date."

This time Jun answered. I took a deep breath and wet my lower lip. The anxiety immediately hit my body. What the hell is going on?

"I think you need further examination" Jun said, holding onto my shoulder.

I'm shaking. "I don't think I'm Hana" I said and tried to leave the bed. But my legs felt numb and I fell.

Jun then lifted me back up in bed. "You're in a coma for three years, you need therapy to walk normally" he said.

My eyes are starting to water. It's too absurd and a delay if it's just a dream. But it's common for any startling things to happen in a dream don't we automatically wake up? When I fell, why didn't it happen?

"Calm down Hana, you'll be fine. You may be confused because three years passed just in bed" Jun said holding my face.

I can see his eye beads. I have to admit that Jun is a handsome guy. But I shouldn't be thinking about that right now.

"What's your relationship with me?" my question made him take his hand off my cheek and take a step back.

"I am your husband."

My eyes wide. Now everything is so absurd and turned into a situation I have never experienced.

I'm Lee Umji who's been dating never before, and then turned into a married Hana.

Wait, if the time and date are the same and the different ones are just places. Is my soul in someone else's body?

No, my face hasn't changed. But having the same face even though not a brother also happens a lot, right?

"You are my wife, Hana."

I really don't understand everything. After several doctors came from various specialist fields examined me and I was taken to the examination room further. I went back to my nursery.

Jun was always with me like a husband accompanying his wife. Even to this day.

"Hana, I need you to focus your recovery first. Don't think about anything right now, not even about the problems that existed in the past," Jun said again holding my hand.

It felt strange and foreign when the skin came into contact with Jun's hands. The foreign feeling seemed to reinforce that I was Umji trapped in the body of a Hana.

Time goes on like in South Korea. It is completely different to dream that always jumps in time and space.

I choose silence. Asking questions will make a Hana look like forgetting memories and it will be difficult to accept the truth if I tell you the truth.

"I want to rest" I told Jun.

"All right."

Jun got up from the seat next to me and walked out of the room. Leaving me alone. After about thirty minutes of closing my eyes, I could not fall asleep even though I had injected some medicine in my infusion.

I reopened my eyes. Now I sit down. I turned my position aside, preparing to stand up. I glanced at the door worried that Jun would come in and see me.

My feet touched the floor. I tried to strengthen my feelings as an Umji who could walk normally. And it worked. I can stand without holding anything.

Slowly my feet stepped towards the window. I looked at the view from above. The hustle and bustle of New York was clearly plastered in front of me. It is too real and structured if it is just a dream.

I'm really aware that Hana's not a fake thing. She is the same woman as me. Where is his soul? So I got caught in his body.

The door opened to make me turn around. It conjures up Jun and a woman who are dressed very fashionable. They both looked surprised to see me.

"Hana," exclaimed the woman approaching at me.

I'm staring. Confused what to say. Even his name is unknown to me. "You just came?" I asked as if I was questioning his existence when I realized.

The woman was crying. "I really couldn't believe that a miracle happened until Jun called me and said that you'd come to your senses."

"Hana, forgive me," continued the woman cupped her hands together.

Jun approached towards the two of us. His gaze turned sharp. "You've met and apologized. Now go."

The woman's expression turned irritated and angry. "You can't just throw me out Jun. I need to explain everything to Hana about why Hansung went there that night."

I can see Jun's head. Realizing that there is a problem in Hana's life. I can't get out of everything. My problems and tasks are too exhausting for me.

"No! Hana needs a break."

After saying it out loud, Jun without saying anything immediately lifted my body in bridal style and took me to bed.

"All right, but I'll be back here. See you soon Hana."

Finally the woman left and Jun was still standing beside me. Looking at me deeply, yet I felt that the look in his eyes was not anger, but regret and fear?

I tried to close my eyes again. Thinking of the best way out of this matter, this body and everything went dark.

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