A Normal life.
That is the best way to describe my current life.
I am already 30 and working in an I.T company I have some savings and already had a few girlfriends though single currently.
Today as I was travelling to my company , I thought why not take a break and stopped near a old bridge to take a stroll , luckily I had some sweets in my bag, so I began a quick walk while muching on them, as I was near my company and had some time left.
But...
I slipped.
Into the water.
I don't know swimming. As I wasn't interested in such activities
Why I slipped you ask??
Well blame the poor maintanence, why was the railings so fragile anyway
As I began losing consciousness I thought it would've been nice if I had a wife and kids and would've also been nice if I was successful.
Well what has happened has happened.
No point in cursing now.
But....
Why do I feel so relaxed and comfy?????
Why does it not hurt???
Hmmmm??????
As I began to try open my eyes i saw an unfamiliar ceiling .
An unfamiliar ceiling greeted me.
It was white, too white—smooth and spotless, unlike the slightly yellowed ceilings of the hospitals I'd seen back home. A faint floral scent lingered in the air, and something warm pressed against my arm.
"…I'm alive?"
My voice came out hoarse.
As if responding to that sound, the warmth shifted. I felt a gentle weight lift away from me, followed by hurried footsteps.
"You're awake!"
A woman's voice—clear, surprised, and oddly cheerful.
I turned my head, still groggy, and my eyes widened.
Standing beside the bed was a woman in a nurse's uniform. At least, that's what I thought at first. The design was familiar, but everything about her felt… exaggerated. She was small like 145 cm , with a presence that filled the room, her proportions almost unreal, as if someone had taken a normal human frame and turned every curve up several notches.
My brain stalled.
Did I hit my head that hard?
She leaned forward slightly, peering into my face with concern. "Don't move too suddenly. You were unconscious when they brought you in."
"Brought me… in?" I murmured. "Where am I?"
She blinked. "The municipal medical center, of course."
Of course. Right.
I tried to sit up and immediately felt dizzy. The nurse reacted instantly, placing a firm but gentle hand on my shoulder to push me back down.
"Easy," she said. "You fell into the river, didn't you?"
River.
The bridge. The cold water. The panic.
So it wasn't a dream.
"I… yeah," I said slowly. "I slipped."
"That was careless," she replied, though her tone carried more relief than scolding.
"You're lucky someone noticed you in time."
Lucky.
That word echoed strangely in my mind.
As my vision cleared, I started noticing more details. The room was different—too clean, too modern, but not in the way I was used to. The equipment looked sleeker, simpler. And on the wall opposite the bed hung a calendar.
I stared at it.
The numbers were familiar.
The language was not.
"…Hey," I said, swallowing. "What year is it?"
She tilted her head, clearly confused by the question. "It's the 23rd year of the Unity Era."
My heart skipped.
"That's not what I meant," I said carefully. "I mean—the year. Like… 20XX."
She laughed lightly, as if I'd said something silly. "You must still be disoriented."
Maybe I was.