Chapter Eight:
The alerting sounds from an alarm clock rang and rang, until I slapped the clock. With a sleepy groan I raised my head to see the time. "Iyah"! I ecxlaimed as I jolted up from my dreams, and looked around the cozy bedroom. I couldn't believe that it was already ten in the morning! What had happened to the alarm going off at seven? I threw the blankets back and scrambled out of the bed as quickly as I could.
"Moom"~!? "Yes dear"? she said so calmly. "What... What's going on? What happened? ...I don't feel so good", I mumbled softly as my knees shook faintly, and my hand plastered itself to my burning forehead. The medium height women threw her arms around me with concern in her eyes. "You had been staying with the Higurashi's for the weekend; but something you ate made you very sick", my mother had explained to me. "No... I have been with Inuyasha, and Miroku; and I met this adorable little orphan boy named Shippo"... "Oh no. No. You have been with Kagome and her family. Don't you remember"? The worry in my mother's voice began to rise as she pressed her hand to my cheeks and forehead. "Maybe your fever is worse than I had assumed"... She began to mumble things under her breath as she lead me to the kitchen table.
Somehow I had woken up at home, in present day Japan. No perverted and charming Monk, no little fox boy, no rude wolf man, and no... no Kagome. If I am here, then where did Kagome go? "Where is Kagome"? "I don't know, at home resting probably. I heard that she was not feeling very well herself", my mom was talking almost to fast for me to follow what she was saying.
I felt the warm steam from a hot bowl that had been placed in front of me, and slowly began to eat leek soup. I don't really like leeks, but the broth was hot and felt good going down my throat. My head was pounding, and my skin felt clammy. As I drank down the last bit of my soup I continued to stir on the confusion of where, why, and how I ended up in my own home. The more I tried to think, the more my head hurt.
I awoke in my bed again later that night. The wind felt good on my feverish body, and the night sky didn't look quite so pretty as I remembered it being. In my dreams the memories of what happened in feudal Japan kept replaying to me. So now, as I sat up, feeling considerably better I got to my desk. I opened my laptop and went to the school website to check my grades. Nothing major had changed since I left on a Friday after school, and only missed two days of being sick. I wonder if maybe the snake that had attacked me didn't poison me. Was this the end of my travels to the fuedal Japan?
I had brushed my hair and teeth, and gotten dressed in the quiet of the night. I pulled my jacket on and crept out the back door. It was very cold out tonight, and the moon seemed to be shining brighter than normal. Seeig the sky, it's stars and the moon made me think of Miroku's electric and soft eyes. ...Miroku... Kagome... Shippo... Did I make them up based off the things that Kagome had shared with me? Was my mother right? Did I dream off all that? But then, why can't I remember doing anything with Kagome and her family at the Higurashi house? I needed some fresh air, and some answers.
