"...awaken…"
"...isn't feasible.."
Voices rang in my head, drifting in and out as I caught wisps of a conversation, enough to know that someone was there, but never enough to understand what the conversation was about.
How maddening.
Time passed differently for me, it seems. One night, I was just your average middle school student in Hong Kong, stressing over the tests and exams even throughout the New Years' holiday, the next moment, I felt myself lose consciousness while working on my book report, slumping over my desk.
When I felt that I was awake, I realized that it felt really like lucid dreaming.
I can't even open my own eyes, never mind moving my limbs.
I suppose this sensation would be something akin to how ex-comatosed people describe themselves during comatose, the feeling of being awake, yet not fully.
I sometimes vaguely hear sounds of someone talking, but I could never grasp their conversation, and the next time I woke up, the voices were gone already.
.
.
.
I felt something tug on my hand, just hard enough to jerk me awake, but not enough to actually hurt.
Hmm?
I can see?
I slowly tried to move my limbs, flex my fingers, anything.
Through my hazy sight, I felt and saw my fingers flex and curl. I can finally move and see again!
But what is that tugging sensation..?
KABOOM!
Eh???
A flash of light engulfed my vision as the tugging sensation turned into a yanking sensation and pulled, successfully yanking my body out of…whatever I was trapped in before.
"Wha-"
Lush green flora greeted my eyes, the daylight shining through the mildly thick canopy, as I gaped at my …savior?
A lean figure knelt down, wearing an orange tunic alongside yellow pants, one hand holding a long tree branch while the other curiously poked at my cheek. To say I was flabbergasted would be an understatement, the boy had a monkey face, literally.
His face had tufts of maroon hair, which grew back into his hair, his nose also had a bit of patchy red dusting over it, similar to a monkey's 'red face'. But what convinced me the most, was the fact that his hand was also covered in fur. What in the world-
"Ey, can you talk?" He frowned down at me, using the tree branch to prod at my body, before backing off the moment I attempted to push myself up.
Maybe it was because I spent too long inside the..rock? (I had glanced back to confirm I indeed came from a rock) But my limbs felt heavy like lead, heck, even my palms look smaller than before-
…
Oh you're joking-
I felt around my face, discovering baby cheeks, not the semi-chiseled jawline I was so proud of back in my previous world. Looking down in horror, I discovered that my legs were now short and stubby, instead of lean and long.
What is this- "I reincarnated into a random novel and became a baby"?????