Chapter 81: Memories of the world
In the next few days, I kept busy by reading books and walking around to receive some fresh air.
Being cooped up in my house wasn’t helping my condition.
I was having less and less time to sleep because of how frequently I got startled from my sleep.
I don’t know what was startling me, but after at least two hours of sleep, I would suddenly wake up, panting.
This began after the Shaman came to me. I slept just fine in my one week of recovering in the hospital, so why?
I furrowed my eyebrows and pondered on it, but I couldn’t find the answer. I could only keep living and hoping for the best.
One day, a few days after I had been discharged, I went out on a walk with a book in my hand. I know it looks strange to see a grown man like me with a broad chest and broad shoulders go around with a book in hand, but I was feeling the need to read in a new scenery, so I didn’t care.
Plus, it’s not like it’s a crime for a man to be carrying a book. Most people enjoy web novels or lite novels that are easily accessible through their phone but I love the feeling of flipping pages with my fingers and the woody smell of books.
"Haa," I sighed.
The path I was taking had a fence and wall flowers crawling over it.
I didn’t think too much of it as I strolled on, but then I saw a stray black cat sitting on the fence, resting as it swung its tail playfully around.