I've been stuck here for 30 minutes. How do I know that? Well, I actually don't know how long time has passed.

I said 30 minutes has passed but it could be much longer than what I had expected.

Anyway,

There was no door in this room nor were there any gaps within the walls. Yet, I don't feel like I'm running out of oxygen anytime soon. It actually smells quite refreshing here. With that in mind, I realized something which might have turned me crazy. This might not be a dream after all.

I pinched myself. I punched the wall. I slapped myself. I even did push-ups.

But, none of those painful activities woke me up from this dream.

Luckily, since I'm quite tired right after harming myself, there was a convenient bed in the center of this room. However, it is entirely made of stone. No pillows and no blankets were on top of it.

I was already getting drowsy. My eyelids, which I was forcing them to stay open was declining pretty fast. I wanted to stay awake in any case something happened but this might be my limit.

I yawned as loud as I can and the room echoed in response. Without any motivation or explanation left, there was nothing else to do but to wait.

"If I sleep right now, then maybe, I just might return home at any moment..." As those words left my mouth, the silence acted as a substitute pillow for my head. I wanted to lie down on the bed but the floor was turning softer and softer as the silence grew louder.

Before I even realized it, my consciousness tried to forget all this happening.

"N-no I must st-stay awake....."

"..."