Of course, but in just ten fleeting seconds, I only managed to see my carefree face. I was outside of my body, but I was still there. This isn't the end, just as I suspected. I don't understand why some people cry if this is the most normal thing.
I keep seeing my face, and I don't see it as so inert. It seems like a relief after all.
I'm eager to continue the adventure—what new dream will I visit this time?