This… this was… drool. As I’d suspected, the thing that soaked my hand was something clear.

Ah. Right. I must’ve jumped to wild conclusions just because I was a little sick.

I mean, I already know my life ends in three and a half years… damn it.

I pulled a napkin from the desk and wiped my hand. Even then, the uneasy feeling lingered, so I went to the bathroom and washed my hands under running water.

The faucet exploded with water so forcefully that it soaked the sleeves of my dress and the hem of my skirt.

I stared at it blankly for a moment before lifting my head.

It’d be easier to just pretend I didn’t notice… Should I just go back to sleep?