Greg’s Pov
I sat by the window, looking at the dark trees in the distance. A shiver ran down my spine, not just from the chill but also from the strong images of the dream that had woken me.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself, but the memories of the dream kept returning, making me tremble.
I leaned forward, placing my head in my hands. The dreams had begun a week ago, and each night, they became more vivid and real. But it wasn’t just the dreams; my whole body felt… different. My senses were heightened. I could smell the damp wood of my desk, the slight scent of rain in the air, and even the neighbour’s dog barking two houses down.
My friends clenched, and my nails dug into white palms. It felt like I was a raw nerve, sensitive to everything around me. The slightest annoya
