He woke up abruptly , only to find himself covered in cold sweat. In previous ocassions, he was unccertain about the cause of this, but now, he was well aware of what had happened.

As he lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, he drifted off into a deep sleep, one filled with vivid dreams and also lifeless thoughts. He knew well enough that he was now in control by his mind. His mind was playing tricks with him, deceiving him, and above all, hurting him so badly on the inside . . .

When he awoke, he was afraid. Terrified that what he had dreamt was real. For he had no way to know, all he could only do is wait, and hope. Small drops of tears rolled down his face, and in these tears were the pain he had experienced , the consequence of something that had not been real.

[ Sorry i know this is not properly structured. I wrote this immediately when i woke up. ]