Reality can be shaped—
As long as you want it badly enough.
— J.Z.
"Hey, Yuki! You're supposed to learn momentum here, not in your dreams. Please focus."
"Sorry, teacher."
"All right, juniors. In inelastic collisions—"
Damn it.
I skip my perfectly structured routine one time and everything collapses like dominoes.
My balance is completely off; I hate this feeling.
That pointless family visit dragged on forever, and all the time I had set aside for studying got pushed late into the night.
And I didn't even want to go.
Because I slept way past my usual bedtime, my eyelids keep closing during physics, of all classes.
My body feels heavy, drained.
"Yuki, did you get the topic?"
My desk partner whispers. I'm in no condition to respond.
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Please just mind your own work."
"Same old you…"
The only bad part about this prestigious public school is the two-person desks.
If the girl next to me didn't exist, life would be much easier.
…
"And with that, we're done with momentum. Any questions?"
I'll have to review everything again at home.
The bell's about to ring anyway.
How did I even survive until the final class?
It's already getting dark outside.
Since we're done with the topic, maybe closing my eyes for just a moment won't hurt…
I never sleep at school, but my body feels unusually heavy today.
I'm not planning to sleep.
Just… rest my eyes a little.
Slowly, I let them close.
…