Morning birds were chirping cheerfully, as the first beam of raising sun softly glowed into the bedroom. Noctis sensed the light with his eyelids still closed, and inwardly felt curious about why sunlight could creep into his wholly-dark palace. Nevertheless, his curiosity soon faded away and he turned under the thin quilt, trying to continue his rest. He pressed his face deeper to the pillow, as his nose inhaled a special but pleasant smell from it... It was not the scent of the shampoo he always used, as he knew it by heart. Then what is it? Noctis asked in his mind. He was sure that he was sleeping in his own bedroom this night as ever... and with no one else...
In a moment, a morning breeze gently brew in the room, with a lock of hair tickling softly over his bare shoulder.
Hold on.
Noctis's heart skipped a beat.
He knew his hair was long... but it wasn't THAT long to reach his shoulder! And he swore he had not slept with bare chest. He did the buttons of his night shirt himself!
Noctis was totally awake now, but he was not willing to open his eyes. He'd rather close his eyes shut as long as possible or he didn't know what to say when facing what he feared to see. Still He knew he couldn't pretend to sleep forever, as 'what's done is done' and he could never escape from what he might have done wrong... After minutes of struggling, he tool a deep breathe and determined to open his eyes. He tried to build up the confidence to bear the responsibility in case he would be facing a...
He was facing a wall.
Noctis sat up immediately and turned his head to the other side. There was no one beside him as he had been sleeping on a single bed. He heaved a sigh of relief at first.
And he was stunned at the second thought.
Shouldn't his bed a king-sized one?
Noctis's jaw dropped agape as he scanned the room wholly once. It was much smaller bedroom then his, with wall painted in colour of wheat. There were a wooden wardrobe with some clothes hanging at the rim of its door frame, and a rather messy desk by the single bed. There was an opened window, with a plain khaki curtain flinging by the wind. He could glimpse the bright azure sky though it... The room is completely unknown to him and he had no clue about where it is and why he was there. In short, this wasn't his own bedroom. He was utterly in loss.
Noctis let his eyes wander enough in this small room, and then he unconsciously looked downwards. There he saw 'himself', wearing a pale orange tank top in a feminine body. He literally jumped. He held one lock of hair that rested on his slender shoulder, which is an amazing colour of strawberry-blonde. He tried to stifle the words but they have already escaped from his mouth. To his greatest fearful prediction, it was , though strong and not as high-pitched as he imagined, still a feminine voice,
"What the hell is going on?"