Cold Night

As the cool breeze caressed his skin, he muttered to himself

"I am no god to show you mercy." Though the wind brought a refreshing respite, his countenance remained unfeeling, devoid of any compassion.

"hey, wake up," she shrugged his shoulder,

Slowly, Vincent opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to shake off the lingering remnants of his dream. The memories were still vivid, but as always, they faded quickly upon waking, leaving him with a sense of confusion and disorientation.

He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, groggily taking in his surroundings. He turned to Debbie, who was sitting beside him, and asked,

"How long was I out?"

"About an hour," she replied, a look of concern etched on her face.

"Did you have another one of those dreams?"she asked, his tone filled with curiosity.

"I don't remember much,Just fragments, like always." he admitted.