Moisture. Moisture is all he could feel, as if it draped him in a blanket. He stood tall, frozen inside a dark cloud. Eternities… that’s what it felt like. Again and again, the dream came to him, plaguing him every night for the past fortnight. It had always been the same… but this time, he could feel more. His arms remained down at his side, even as he willed them to move; to do something. But he couldn’t. He once more, began to let himself sink back into the dream… until his body moved.
