I was sleeping like a dead dog.
Wrapped in my cutie pajamas—because why not? I like cute things. Fight me.
So what was I dreaming about, huh? Becoming a hero? That's what you thought, didn't you, bro?
Nope. Not a hero.
I was dreaming about—
"Kai, wake up already! It's getting late for the awakening ceremony!"
…Yeah. That.
I was dreaming about Kai wake up already, the breakfast is getting cold and Mom is going to scold us.
"Mother—****!"
Before I could finish, smack.
My mother hit me with a broomstick from across the hall.
Stupid near-perfect accuracy.
I rubbed my head, silently cursing the universe.
Then my brother—my eternal and immortal enemy from the 999,999th generation—snitched.
"Mom, brother is cursing. Again."
I swear, at that exact moment, I heard my father's ears perk up.
He started rolling up his sleeves.
…He's going to kill me, isn't he?
My brother nodded like a chick pecking rice.
Yep. You're dead.
I bolted toward the bathroom.
My father chased me like a madman.
As he ran, I shouted, "But in my dream, I was kicking my stupid father's ass!"
"What did you just say, you little—?!"
He gained speed.
I barely made it, slamming the bathroom door shut and locking it.
"Sorry, Dad! You lose!"
From the kitchen, my mother's voice rang out.
"Honey, come help me cut the vegetables."
Silence.
Then footsteps… walking away from the door.
I survived.
Inside the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and took a shower.
Wait—how did I do both at the same time?
What, you want the details of how I bathe?
Sorry, bro. First time writing. Not happening.
A few minutes later, I finished.
Then reality hit me.
"…I forgot the towel."
How does this even happen?
I peeked out from the bathroom.
"Hey! Can one of you give me a towel?"
Both my brother and my dad heard me.
Both pretended I didn't exist.
I stared at them.
They stared at nothing.
"…Mom!"