Hmmm.

Well after walking for about an hour we reached the Mar's Royal Magic Academy dorm rooms for girls. Mar's Royal Magic Academy is such a mouthful. My thoughts are wondering again. I forcibly shake myself back into reality and stare at the dorm.

My impression. It is pink. Vast and pink. I couldn't help but wonder what I am doing in this place.

We had been walking for over an hour to reach this place. The girl seemed to be tired after the long trek, but I felt just fine.

I continued to stare at the dorm and began to feel out-of-place. I wonder why. Oh. Gender. I wonder where I learned that word. It mysteriously popped into my head. It was at this point that I realized that the girl and I are not the same genders. I am male. The girl is female. I do not know how or why I recognized this. Or why I recognized it now. My brain seems to be processing the information around me slowly. Sensory overload. What is a brain and what is sensory?

I give up on thinking for the time being and enter the dorm with the girl. My impression is once again pink. Large and pink. Is this the lobby? It is uselessly big. What is a lobby? Is it another word for a room? My brain is in such disarray, and every time I decide to give up on processing the surrounding information, it just starts going again. I can't stop thinking. What is information?

Before I realized it, we had entered the girl's room. We made it! As for my impression. Small! It was small and not pink! Finally! I do not know why but I was able to relax better because it was not a large room with pink colored walls. The walls were room, and it appeared the dorm was a single bedroom with a separate bathroom. To bad, there is no kitchen or dining room. What are those?

Strange. I wonder if I should ask the girl what is going on. We had walked silently into this place, and I was too busy with my sensory overload during the trek to ask her any questions. I wonder if I can ask her a question? Maybe I shouldn't.

I guess I am not the aggressive type as I silently watch the girl who has laid down on the bed. Before I had realized it, she fell asleep. She must be exhausted, poor girl. Still, this was a problem for me. More to the point. Why did she fall asleep right in front of a guy!? I do not know why but I can not help but feel that this situation is wrong. Should I leave? No. If I do the other girls around here would scream and call me a pervert. I have no basis for this reasoning, but I feel that it is correct. I guess I will try to survive on my instincts from now on. Still, what am I supposed to do at present?

I sigh. Troublesome girl. I walk over to the bed and wrap the girl in the bed covers. Sleeping with her robes on is probably not good, but I'm not brave enough to take them off and risk waking her. Still, it was cold in the room, and I felt that she should wear the cover to keep her body heat safe. I wonder around the room and begin to investigate, but there is not much to find. In one corner of the room is a desk. She will probably study using this in the future. I imagine the desk overflowing with books.

I see so this is what it means when I think of the girl as a "student." She is going to study things. As for what she will be studying, I have not the faintest clue. The word magic appears in my head, but I shake it out. I do not know what magic is. I also do not know Mar's is. These two words so far have been the only strange things to me. I guess they are a proper noun and thus signify something I do not recognize because I have yet to see it. Proper noun? Grammar? Language? My head is spinning.

I stop thinking about it for a second. I sit down in the armchair that is next to the desk. The desk has another chair with wheels on it. I carefully examine the surroundings from the corner of the room. Two doors. One to exit the other for the bathroom. No windows. Russet walls and roof. The floor is a beige colored carpet. Not much furniture. The bed. The desk. The chair. The arm chair. The room somehow feels empty. No drawers or cabinets? Maybe the girl has not completed her move-in. Maybe the first time she is even in this room?

I stop speculating. I will not arrive at the correct answer without all the details. I stand up and journey into the bathroom. My impression. Goddamn pink. Why is it pink! I thought I was through with the pink. I nearly cried. I think I hate pink now. An intense dislike for a color? What am I kid? It was at this point that I realized I did not know my age. I considered asking the girl when she awoke but for now settled on looking for a mirror.

Found it. The mirror was above the sink outside the shower and across from the toilet. I walked over and peered intently into the mirror. My features. I do not feel like thinking about them. I walked away from the mirror downcast. What a sad face. No wonder nobody was willing to look me in the eye. To sum me up I am one hell of an ugly guy.

I check on the girl who is still sleeping soundly on the bed. I do not particularly feel tired, but I have gone through a lot of mental strain ever since I woke up. I do not know who I am or why I am here? The questions just mount to more questions. I think I should rest before my brain explodes. I quietly sit down in the armchair. I considered climbing into bed with the girl, but I feel that there would be repercussions when she wakes up. The floor while appealing did not seem appropriate for me to sleep on and I did not want to be stepped on when the girl woke up and went about her business.

I still call her the girl or young lady in my mind, but I wonder if it would be appropriate to address her by Linda? I should wait for her actually to introduce herself though. I feel it would be polite. Why am I worried about being polite? I guess I do not want the girl to resent me. But isn't calling her the girl rude? Should I call her young miss?

I resolve myself to ask her when she wakes up as I slowly begin to nod off. That reminds me. What is my name? I do not remember so there is no sense in thinking about it. Will my thoughts ever let me have a little peace? After some difficulty, I finally fall asleep.