"Kiss, Theodore."
"Pardon?"
Uh, what? What did he say? My brain gave me an instant blue screen. Kiss? Kiss who? Where is this coming from?
The Young Master was coming at me half-naked on a white horse! A white horse?! When did a horse come here?! On top of that, the Young Master was riding towards me in a sexy pose with his long silver hair swinging from side to side.
Even the sweat running down from his chest to his pants was clearly visible. Why am I being subjected to such a thing now? When he came to me after all that visual feast, he was looking at me like I was a bug as he got off the horse.
"What don't you understand, are you having trouble understanding? Kiss Orion, quick."
I heard your order, but what's the point, why do I have to kiss a horse? And why is he glowing? His skin is already white and the sunlight is blinding me. I tried to block the light with my hand over my eyes, but it was futile. Are you lubricating yourself? Why are you shining so bright, man?
"Why, sir?"
"I feel like it. Either you kiss the horse, or you get fired. Decide quickly."
What kind of employer policy is that? Judging by his serious expression, it really looked like he was going to fire me if I didn't kiss the horse. But I don't want to kiss the horse, because the horse's face looks like Count Ashford. Why does Orion look like Count Ashford? While my brain was still struggling with this truth.
"I give up, wash me."
"What?"
Suddenly, a pond decorated with flowers appeared around us. How did we get there? Where did we end up? Did I miss a scene? Worse... Young Master's pants were gone.
And when I said your pants were gone, there was only a small towel instead! He was sitting in a chair I hadn't seen before, sunbathing by the pond. He was drinking his coconut drink in one hand and giving me orders in the other.
"Go fix the pond and I'll take a bath."
Get out of my head. What did he expect me to do with the big pond? How does he expect me to heat the big pond? It's 37 degrees...
What am I supposed to do, plead with the sun?!
I rubbed my eyes and commanded my brain to reboot. No, this is beyond logic.
But before I could get over my surprise...
"Theodore, I won't wash, go get that sword and let's fight."
What?
A minute ago you said "bath" and now you say "sword"?!
But what scared me was when he suddenly jumped on me! I tried to move my foot, but... I couldn't move. My legs were as heavy as concrete, I couldn't escape. It was like I was stuck in slow motion.
And at that moment, the Young Master's sword pierced me.
What
Am I... dead?!
...
"YOUNG MASTER, STOP!!!"
The first thing I did as soon as I opened my eyes was to check my stomach. There was no blood.
But seriously, what was happening?! A second ago I thought I was dead, and now I was lying buried in the pillow, gasping for breath.
The Young Master really messed with my psychology. Can a person collapse from work stress and psychological trauma in one day? Yes, I am collapsing.
Just as I was taking a deep breath and trying to compose myself, I caught sight of the yellow light next to me. I turned my head and...
A silhouette. One. A silhouette.
And I SCREAMED AGAIN!
"Theodore, it's me. It's your uncle. Calm down."
The voice was familiar, but I hesitantly squinted my eyes because I thought my brain still hadn't woken up. Yes, it was indeed my uncle. But for a second...
HALF OF HER TOP WAS MISSING.
UNCLE, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS THIS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!
Uncle sat on my bed and started patting me on the back in a very normal way, as if this was my problem. He didn't look like he had just stepped out of a horror movie.
"Are you all right? I called out but you didn't respond, you shouted 'Young Master stop', what happened?"
As my uncle listed his questions, I took deep breaths to calm my heart and tried to send oxygen to my brain.
"Uncle, I'm fine. I just had a very strange dream."
Uncle raised his eyebrows slightly. It was the 'No, I don't think you're okay' look.
"Did something bad happen yesterday? You were asleep when I came in, so I couldn't ask. If there's anything, tell me and I'll help you as much as I can."
Oops, I alarmed the man because of the stupid dream. It makes the most sense to calm my uncle down first.
"Uncle, there's really nothing wrong. I just had a very strange dream. There's nothing to be afraid of, really."
My uncle took a deep breath and stood up. I waited for him to fully get dressed, but of course, that didn't happen.
"Okay, let it be as you say. But if there's any problem, don't hide it from me. Alright?"
"Don't worry, there's no problem."
Finally, seeing that he was a bit more relaxed, I glanced at my pocket watch. It was 5.
It became clear why it was still pitch dark outside. Because I had ONE MORE HOUR to sleep.
And I wanted to sleep again.
The sentence that came out of my uncle's mouth sounded like the call of an angel:
"If you want, you can sleep a little more. I'll come to wake you up."
Are you radiating light, uncle?! Or did you really descend from the heavens just for me?!
"Thank you."
As I lay back down, there was a slight unease in me. I didn't want to see that dream again. But sleeplessness conquered fear, and my eyelids surrendered, waving the white flag.
And I fell asleep once again in this night filled with nonsense…