I awoke in quite an uncomfortable state.
My throat was devoid of moisture. My head pounded. My arm hurt like hell. I was starving.
Naturally, I attempted to get up, before realizing with a jolt that I would forget everything. My breath caught and I choked. For a few minutes, I laid supine, hacking and gasping.
The small table beside my bed seemed to be littered with everything but paper and pens. My coughing and lack of orientation didn't help at all, but I'd be damned before I forgot about Matt.
Finally, my hands happened upon a receipt and a stunted pencil. Everything I knew about the world was scribbled over last week's groceries and blurry coupons at a feverish pace.
By no standards am I the best. Maybe I think I can delude myself or others into thinking that I could be by repeating it over and over and over, until people(I) associate 'Mello' with 'winner'.
By no standards am I the best, but I try for it, with soul, body, and mind- if I devote myself to something, I will always come a few impossible inches short. I just need a tug from another great mind, and I will achieve.
As I reviewed everything I had written about the place I'd dubbed 'Anthemoessa', one name became clear to me.
Light Yagami. He'd help me, if I could find him. His situation was mine, if he cared for...L as much as I thought he did.
Pausing only to take sips of water, I made a gratuitous use of Google, until hunger drove me away to the pantry. All memory of the...dream? had slipped soundlessly out of my mind, save the crumpled paper in my hand.