This bed is so soft — I don't want to wake up," I murmured, rolling around and clinging to the ridiculous comfort as if it were a dream I could refuse to leave.
After a couple minutes of turning and stretching, fragments of the day slid back into place. I hadn't reached home after work — so why was I here, rolling on a fluffy bed that felt like clouds?
All I could remember from the day was craving my favorite fast-food place. Food had been my only thought at work; the hours had crawled and then suddenly rushed to an end.
When I stepped out of the huge office building, the sky had been a bright blue, dotted with soft clouds. I'd sighed, happy, knowing the weekend had finally arrived — two whole days away from this place.
A grin spread across my face as I skipped toward the nearest Burger King. Honestly, what could go wrong with food?
At the cashier I ordered everything I wanted and then watched the minutes tick by. Takeout — so I could curl up in my blankets at home and binge boys' love series on iQIYI.
A burger, fries, onion rings, spicy chicken wings — and hot Thai actors kissing on my screen. Perfect. My order arrived, and I practically floated out of the restaurant.
Anyone who saw me probably thought I'd won the lottery, but really I was just thrilled the weekend was here and my binge night was imminent.
Because my head was full of food and swooning scenes, I didn't see the car barreling toward me — and everything went black before I could reach my dream.
I screamed as the memory hit me. My food? My series — waiting at home. What now? Then other memories flooded in, unfamiliar and jagged, like someone else's photos slid into my mind.
What's happening? Whose memories are these? Whose memories are these? Wait — why am I here? This isn't a hospital or my tiny rented room. The room smells expensive. Wait, this isn't my face. Why do I look younger? Aaaagh! Did they do surgery on me? Pinch myself — is this a dream? I babbled, trying to make sense of everything.
Slowly, the pieces clicked: I had transmigrated. This wasn't my world exactly, but a version of it — same year, same music, same entertainment landscape.
What shocked me most was that I was back in school.
After years of late-night study sessions and adult life, I had to be a student again. The unfairness hit me like a slap.
"Why didn't you transmigrate me into a rich, gorgeous woman married to a hot Thai guy? Why did you make me go back to school, Lord?"
"Young mistress, you're going to be late for school if you don't wake up now!"
All I could manage in my head was one long, drawn-out scream: "Whaaaaaaaaat."
Why school of all things 😭