“Help!”
Stuart jolted and opened his eyes, abruptly woken up from his sleep because of a dream that he fell in the abyss somewhere and he was helplessly grasping the air like a rope would just appear that would pull him back up, but there was none, he could just hear himself screaming for help which only echoed with his own, real voice when he woke up. He groaned then after, feeling the pain on his thigh when it was forcefully moved because of his sudden jerk.
He held his chest, feeling his heart still beating fast because of whatever he had dreamt of about. He was also sweating bullets in the early morning, something that he had frowned about. Whatever that dream was about, it better not be something bad that would happen in real life, as an omen that something bad would happen. He def
