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He wakes up grasping at the fading memory of having caught a glimpse of his dream self in a mirror - not his whole face, just a blurry impression, of black hair, curling a bit. Nothing like his own.

When he opens his eyes he finds himself on the middle of his bed, surroundings tried and familiar. He barely hears the alarm clock insistently calling 5 am.        - hanasanaide