Strwberry dream

Stefan opened his eyes and the room slowly came to focus around him. He was sitting in the armchair in the corner. There was a bed, a small table with a chair, large amounts of paper and notes on the table. There was a great wardrobe and a shabby rag on the floor. It seemed this was a bedroom as he led his attention slowly around the features. Then he realized, this was his own bedroom. A book was lying on the floor, he dropped it when he fell asleep reading. It was hard to remember now what was it about, that was before the dream and everything before the dream was blurry, everything seemed insignificant.

It felt as if this dream was more than just a dream, in fact, more than a vision or a 'seeing' dream. He became someone else while his consciousness left the world and he was aware that a part of him remained there. Wherever there was. Should he close his eyes, would he be there again? Standing in the queue, chattering to her friends, ordering a strawberry ice-cream? 'What on earth a strawberry is?' he wondered to himself. He could not have imagined the taste before.

He wanted to go back, see what would happen next, so he leaned back comfortably and closed his eyes... Nothing happened. Nothing at all except that he realized his hunger, in his own body, in his own room in his own reality. He stood up and walked downstairs to the kitchen looking for something that at least would remind him to the wonderful taste of strawberry ice-cream.

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