I opened my eyes and realized it was only just a dream

I opened my eyes and realized it was only just a dream

I opened my eyes and realized it was only just a dream. The relief that washed over me was palpable as I took in my surroundings, the familiar sight of my bedroom coming into focus. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that for a moment I had been convinced it was my reality. But now, as I lay in bed, the memory of the dream began to fade, slipping away like sand through my fingers.

I couldn't quite remember the details of the dream, only fragments remained in my mind. There had been a sense of urgency, of fear, that had gripped me tightly in its grasp. I had been running, running from something unseen, something unknown. And then, just as I thought I couldn't run any longer, I had opened my eyes.

It was a strange sensation, waking up from a dream that had felt so real. My heart was still racing, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I tried to calm myself, to remind myself that it was just a dream, that none of it had been real. But the remnants of fear lingered, a shadow that clung to me like a second skin.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes as if to banish the last traces of the dream from my mind. I glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights and sounds that surrounded me. The soft glow of the streetlights outside my window, the gentle hum of the air conditioner, the faint rustling of the curtains in the breeze.

As I lay back down, I closed my eyes once more, willing myself to drift back to sleep. But the memory of the dream lingered, a whisper in the back of my mind. I knew that it would haunt me for days to come, a reminder of the power of the mind to create worlds both beautiful and terrifying. And as I finally succumbed to sleep once more, I couldn't help but wonder what other dreams awaited me in the darkness behind my closed eyes.