After Passage

A familiar feeling settled in—the gentle comfort of the mattress, the quiet stillness, the sensory warmth. It was unmistakable. This was home. Dexter's home.

Dexter immediately sat upright, finding himself in his room. A dull headache throbbed in his skull as if he had been asleep for years.

He glanced to his right and saw his laptop resting comfortably on the desk. Rubbing his face, he slowly rose to his feet.

"What a bizarre dream."

He instinctively walked out of his room, heading toward the living room, as if searching for something—or someone.

He stood in the center of the room, completely lost. Little did he know, he was the only one who lived in the entire estate.

"What is this feeling? What am I even looking for?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he made his way to the bathroom for a cold shower. The uneasiness was beginning to overwhelm him.