The cold cut air tickled his nasal cavity and the man finally woke up from a long sleep.
But the man was still awake and needed considerable time to open his eyelids.
When a man finally succeeded in opening only his right eye thinly, he blurted the unfamiliar view.
"... where are we, here? ……
The man twisted his neck looking up at the stranger's ceiling from the top of a stiff bed.
The man started slowly waking up his upper body as he rubbed his sleepy eyes.
And he looked at the vast space in which he was, and twisted his neck again.
"No, so where are we, here?
Then a rich, fat man, sitting in a cheap chair in the corner of the room reading some book, stood up with a surprised look on his face.
"... hey... what are you... you're lying..."
The man, fat enough that the button on his clothes seemed to start flying, stood up for surprise or not, looking unwavering beneath his feet, flickering afterwards.
The man on the bed called out to the fat man with a strange look on his face.
"... what? Hey, what's up?
The fat man was surprised that he was talked to, and further underfoot fluttered and finally fell back.
"... hi, hia..."
The fat man screamed as he stared at the man on the bed with incredible eyes without worrying about it, even though he lumped his head against the wall when he fell.