Going To Another World Only Relying On Five Senses
PROLOGUES

The next morning, as usual, I woke up and got ready for work. Depart, get absent, start work, rest, resume work, then go home. Every day just repeat the activity.

Being a corporate slave made me think that I had turned into a robot. On the one hand it's fun because it doesn't have to be too hard to survive. But on the other hand it sucks because my body is like being restrained by something. 

Waking up that morning was my biggest enemy. Not that I'm lazy, but it's too hard to wake up with the sun let alone run over it. 

Like a husband and wife, the sun woke up accompanied by me because I had to leave in the morning while I was still a corporate slave. 

In a neat brown shirt I went to work. The road stopped for a while because the crossing lights were red.

Sleepy. Very sleepy. I can't change my waking pattern at all costs. 

The lights were green and I started to walk back. Passing zebra cross alone. By himself? What is this, people are still silent and just looking at me with shocked faces. What they want to wait for, the lights are already green. 

I looked at the lights once again to make sure. Isn't the light red.... red? Wait, I'm sure it changed color, what happened? The color change is very fast, or maybe from the beginning it does not change color. Impossible, obviously I saw the light was already green. 

And. Why are people looking at me with panicked faces.why black sedan car is running so fast.why do I fall asleep on the streets.why around me a lot of blood, because all of a sudden a lot of strange things I feel dizzy. I'm getting sleepy. Sleeping on the streets isn't bad either, good night.

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Of course it's just a pen name. Long story short, the beginning I just want to put a prologue at the beginning of the story but I am confused where to put the prologue, so it ends up being in this one episode.

And when I want to hand it over, it turns out it needs to contain 500 words or more, because confused must be in what so write some curses only. It's still safe, right?

For the record, if this part is boring can be directly in the next.

I am a shy person in the social world. Somehow when I want to send something to social media makes me think up to three times four times.maybe because of the words I always remember, which is 'If you send something to social media, social media, it will be public and there will be forever.' the word 'will be there forever' it makes me sweat cold when I want to press the enter button on the keyboard.

My only way to be brave is to create a second account to be anonymous, but after using it can make me forget myself. Who I really am.

Talking about the world of 'pernovelan' is also so. there have been many novels and short stories that I wrote. But in addition to my optimistic nature by sending it directly to the publisher, somehow I have not been who if my writing is read by people.

Honestly, I don't like to read but I'm interested in making stories. Not good at drawing so can't make comics. Can't create a two-dimensional animation because he can't draw it. Likewise with three dimensions, my tool specifications still can not run the application. Of course I seriously and really try. Does art want to be as hard as trying to still need talent?

Sorry a lot of people are slurping. Hope you like my story.