Kaito let his eyelids close. The hum became ocean, then train tracks, then the soft rumble of a far-off festival. He dreamed, briefly and kindly, of the barista’s hand, of a bakery that always had a fresh roll waiting, of a student who rewarded him with a smile for returning a stray textbook. When he shifted, his pillow smelled faintly of roasted barley and a memory of rain on pavement.
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