FELIX
My sleep was dark and dreamless. Quiet, as if I was underwater. I could vaguely hear someone saying my name in the distance, but it was so far and it was so peaceful where I was…
“Felix. Felix. Wake up, man, you have to wake up.”
Somewhere in my dream, someone was calling my name. There had never been any other presence in my dreamscape. Was I dead? Was this the afterlife?
“Felix. Felix, please.”
The world was shaking. Wait, no, I was shaking–or rather, someone was shaking me.
I wasn’t dreaming, or dead. Someone was trying to get my attention.
It took all of my strength, but I opened my heavy eyes. The world felt out of focus, hazy, but I could make out the shape of a person standing above my bed.
Mila?
No, this was a man. Whoever it was reached dow
