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I could hear the sound of something brushing against the floor by the feet of my futon. But it was okay. I was okay. As long as I kept my feet under the blankets, that hand wouldn’t be able to grab me.
Even though I warned Dai-chan, he fell asleep with his foot hanging out from under the blanket. He probably didn’t believe me. Maybe he was so tired from playing that he completely forgot.
It didn’t matter, because if you stuck your foot out from underneath the blankets, that hand wouldn’t miss it. That’s why Dai-chan ended up like he did.
The hand was brushing against the floor, still searching for a foot. But it was okay. I was okay. As long as I wrapped myself up in the blanket, it would be fine. That hand wouldn’t catch me.
I know all too well.