And yet here I am: I’m actually about to get run over by a bus. A bus! Not a truck!
Let’s rewind a bit: I’m very sleepy after an all-nighter of heavy online gaming. I was grinding for my new legendary weapon in the latest MMO installment of a popular JRPG series. A few minutes after midnight I told myself: just a few more monsters before going to bed. And before I know it, my morning alarm already went off.
I guess that means no sleep for me today! At least I don’t have anything requiring much brain to do at work. Lucky me!
I’m making my way to work. It’s a cold foggy winter morning. The weather forecast on the radio says something about freezing rain. As soon as it goes back to discussing politics I switch back to my music. I don’t like politics. People can be quite a drag at times… In politics, that means always.
I’ve almost arrived at work. Suddenly, I hear honking. I look up at the traffic lights. They are red. So I have crossed the road with red lights! I’m way too tired for traffic laws. Sleepily I look to my left to apologize. I see a bus rolling towards me. Wait, hasn’t that line of buses been in the local news lately? Something about the local public transport company skipping on maintenance and failing mechanical parts?
Anyway, I’m about to get hit by that bus. It seems like its brakes aren’t properly working. The Bus Factor is real! I guess I owe Vash a smoothie… Not that he can collect on that anymore…
But I still have 200 lines of code to refactor and start documenting stuff at all… Why am I thinking of work?! Forget that! I still need to finish my legendary weapon! I should have called in sick and continued grinding!
Well, at least I get to sleep now. Maybe I even get to be in an RPG! Prologue to a new life…, at least I hope that is.
I close my eyes, preparing for the impact. Please don’t make it hurt so much! And the next thing… I hear… is chirping birds?! And no honking? And no traffic noises! But I can hear rustling in the wind. I must have had a very bad dream! I mean really bad! Dreaming about your own death isn’t a good thing. Maybe I should look for a counsellor. Since it seems the alarm hadn’t gone off yet, I can continue sleeping for just a few more minutes.
I feel something touching my nose. I try to grab it to feel what it is. It feels… like a leaf? That’s strange! Even though I like sleeping with an open window: my apartment is way over the treetops - it should be impossible for leaves to fall through an open window! I slowly open my eyes. This is not a familiar ceiling… I mean there’s no ceiling at all! Treetops come into my view — this is definitely not my room!
So did I really die after all? Is this heaven? Or is this hell? Or maybe this is just a lucid dream I’m having while sleeping half-dead in a coma? After all, it does seem like I got run over by a bus. But is this even a dream at all? I mean I can smell the forest. I don’t ever remember having dreams where I actually smelled something.
Slowly, I get up and look around. There are trees wherever I look. It seems like I’m in a forest. Where could this place be? The current temperature feels like spring in a temperate climate. Let’s check out this place! I look at the leaf that I’m still holding in my hand. While trying to examine it, I see something popping up:
Item: Maple Leaf