"Didn’t I tell you before, Ada, that my forehead isn’t for eating?"

The first thing I saw as I opened my eyes was Ada, fast asleep with her lips pressed against my forehead.

“…Ada, I’ll wake you up,” she muttered, still seemingly lost in her dreams but reacting unconsciously to my voice.

Carefully, I laid her down and wiped my forehead, now covered with her drool, with my hand.

“Is there anyone outside?”

The scene was oddly familiar, reminding me of the time I collapsed from exhaustion. I chuckled softly at the resemblance.

Back then, even after regaining consciousness, my …