SEBASTIAN woke up feeling bothered and thirsty. He had a bad dream. He was running in an endless tunnel. It was dark and all he could see was the vague light at the end of the passageway, but as much as he ran to it, it gets farther and farther from him. It was like he was running away instead of going towards the light. He was drenched in sweat even though the regulated temperature of the room displayed 16 degrees Celsius. He looked at the sleeping form beside him and sighed. His wife turned and hugged his waist. He couldn’t help but feel turned on with the way her legs possessively covers his own but he felt distracted by his enigmatic dream. How was he supposed to relive his life if there are bits and pieces that always haunted him? He gently moved out of the bed, careful not to wake up
