156. Reawakening

Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Six

Vincent awoke with a start, his body trembling as if still caught in the throes of a vivid dream. The room felt oppressive, suffused with the echoes of his restless slumber. He sat up, beads of perspiration glistening on his forehead, the remnants of a feverish dream clinging to him like a haunting melody.

His breath caught, and he rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the disorienting haze. The world around him blurred momentarily as he grappled with the transition from the surreal dreamscape to the harsh reality of his dimly lit bedroom.

A voice echoed in his mind, fragments of a conversation from the dream that eluded his conscious grasp. Vincent's pulse quickened, and a sense of urgency gripped him, as if the dream had left a profound imprint on his waking self.

The air in the room crackled with tension as he muttered to himself, "What was that? What does it mean?"

Vincent swung his legs over the side of the bed, the floor beneath him cool agai