Autumnport: Too Good to Be True

The gentle sound of waves crashing in the distance carries you back to wakefulness. The warmth of your blankets mingles with the cool, salty breeze through the crack of the window. Sunlight dances on your face, reflecting from your neighbor's windchime. Buzzing voices and laughter drift to your ears, better than any alarm clock.

It's another perfect morning, with absolutely no flaws. ...So why does something feel strange?

You've lived here your whole life, and could never see yourself leaving. The people, the food, the views, all make up an idyllic ecosystem of comfort and leisure. You often wander the boroughs, waving to passersby and browsing the market stalls. Even now, you can hear the distant sounds of street performers playing jovial tunes to the delight of their fellow pedestrians. Afterwards, you could stroll down the beach, where families splash in the waters and soak in the sun's rays. As night falls, lanterns and candles push back the gloom with their warm, cozy light. Folks recline in their seats, gazing up to the brilliant stars and moon above.

Nobody could ever ask for more. ...So why does it seem like you've forgotten something?

Perhaps it's the lingering sensations of a half-remembered dream. A quick shake of your head would dispel the cobwebs clinging to your sleepy brain. There's no sense in dwelling on it: you have a full, lovely day ahead!