As I rested on the bone-crafted throne, exhaustion giving way to a deep slumber, a vivid dream enveloped my consciousness.
In this dream, I found myself back in my room from the world I had left behind.
The room, bathed in a soft, nostalgic glow, felt incredibly real.
My parents sat across from me, their smiles radiating warmth and love.
The air was filled with the comforting scent of familiarity.
In the dream, the conversation with my parents flowed with an ease that reflected the familiarity of our real-life interactions.
"Alex, remember when you used to stay up late, immersed in your books and novels?"
My mother recalled, her eyes sparkling with affection.
I chuckled, "Yeah, and you'd always find me surrounded by a pile of papers and open books. You both never complained, just encouraged me to follow my passion."