Still, I have heaven to thank. I was lucky enough to survive. After the "kindhearted" old weirdo took me to the hospital, I was resuscitated and finally woke up three days later, back to normal. But from then on, I became afraid of birthdays, and of that strange old man. For a while, I even thought he had tried to kill me... That was why my eleventh birthday became a nightmare.
Though I survived that tribulation, it left me with two aftereffects. First, I became incredibly sleepy. I could even fall asleep while walking, and if conditions allowed, I could sleep for 24 hours a day. At the same time, however, my memory became extraordinary. I could remember anything perfectly after seeing it just once.
The other aftereffect was that I started confusing blue and green badly. From then on, in my world, blue skies became green skies, and green grass became blue grass...
This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
