The World Changed Again Today

I've realized I'm sick. Sometimes I feel like this isn't my world. I wake up and discover that in my dreams, I'm fighting monsters and saving people. In the end, I'm even wearing armor, and everything is restored.

Maybe I really am sick, because different worlds show up in my dreams, too.

Then, one morning after countless dreams, a pretty girl, lovely as moonlight, appeared in my home. Her bright eyes seemed able to see the world.

She said to me, "Good morning, kind sir."