Nothing.
There was nothing around him but an endless black space.
Did he even have a body? He doubted that, considering he had no senses.
'Seriously, must be because of experience, but I can confidently say this is a dream and not another world...I'm sure I didn't die, at least.'
There was nothing comforting about this, actually, but the boy didn't really want to wake up either.
'I want a waffle...a waffle...'
As expected, this was truly a lucid dream.
'Let's use this precious time and do what I want, then.'
He knew exactly what he wanted to see.
'I want to see my family!'
Then, suddenly, Blake stood right in front of them all, feeling warm all over. He couldn't feel his body, and yet, emotion swelled in his chest.
There they were.
His family.
The light of the kitchen buzzed above, a bit too bright. The old table with a wobbly leg, the frying pan with a melted handle, the smell of food not yet real but vivid in his memory. And voices, gosh, their voices.
