⠀Ludwig was working again. It had been the 3rd time this week, and he were exhausted. The desk in front of him was littered with paperwork that he had hoped would take only the first day. As he slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes, dreaming of a room faded to a black abyss.
He could see nothing besides a bathtub in the center, sitting on a pedestal made of human bones. The tub was filled to the brim with a liquid almost as dark as the room, and he felt as if his neck was wrapped in a hand that was forcing him down, as if it was a pair of hands forcing him into the blood-like bathtub.
He jolted up in their chair, gasping for air as his neck felt sore, as if someone's hand was just wrapped around it and forcing it down.
He could see the light coming through the windows, and he were back in the office. He could feel a heavy headache and he reached up to rub his eyes and felt the exhaustion, his tired eye bags sticking out like a sore thumb.
He went into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub, he could feel a chill down his spine, and he decided to try a warm bath to unwind. He let the water run, and soon he submerged himself up to his neck, and his headache began to go away. He let himself sink into his thoughts, and he began to wonder who the person that was drowning him in the dream was. They seemed feminine, but he couldn't tell in the black abyss of the dream.
