Yuna looked out the window.
The city was the same city it always was.
She did not know why she kept waiting for it not to be.
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Practice was harder than the day before.
Her coach was in the other kind of mood, the quiet focused kind that was somehow more demanding than the loud kind, and he watched from the side of the gym with his arms folded and said very little and the team felt it and moved accordingly. She ran the drills and felt her body doing what it knew how to do and tried to let the muscle memory of it push everything else to the background.
It almost worked.
She was mid-rotation in the third set when she felt it again.
It was brief. Just a second, maybe less. The pressure at the edge of her awareness that had no direction and no source, the same feeling from the dream, the same feeling she'd had twice before in her life that she could name and had not named to anyone except Minjung just now and even then not completely.
