57 Drops
When I open my eyes, its dark all over. Pure darkness.
I begin to panic, my fingertips shivering, my palms getting sweaty.
My eyes adjust to the darkness. The shadows yawn at me as a car passes by, below my window.
I sit up and realize that my glasses aren't perched on my nose. They haven't. For a while.
I have reasonably good vision, nearly perfect, but I have glasses just to keep my eyes alive after hours of staring at computer screens.
I reach out and fumble for the lamp switch.
And turn it on.
A shadow falls upon the doorway and a bundle of clothing shifts.
I'm about to scream but only a wisp of air falls from my lips.
"Senpai?"
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