Ren
Tuesday, 7 am.
I woke up drenched in cold sweats. I was almost like I was being pulled out of some wonderland.
Was it a dream? It felt too physical and authentic for a dream, really? I can swear I felt that fresh and moist breeze on my skin and that aromatic atmosphere, it was still in my nose. Is that possible to literally feel the dream like this?
‘what kind of dream was that? It felt too real to be a dream.’ I babbled half sleepy and half bewildered.
I was confused and enthralled to differentiate dreams to reality. The beauty of it was captivating yet it was a dream, is all I know. A damn dream. Really, just a dream?
I looked at my hands through my blurry vision. They were cold and sweaty. I felt worse than waking up after a nightmare. Just the difference was that I hated wak
