Leon trudged through the woods, the undergrowth crunching beneath his feet. His mind was a battleground of conflicting thoughts. Eloise’s words reverberated in his mind, each repetition of “We don’t have kids” a hammer driving deeper into his consciousness. The familiar forest now felt alien, its shadows stretching out like the dark corners of his thoughts.
As he walked, he noticed a doorknob protruding from a tree trunk. Its presence was bizarre and incongruous in the natural setting. Leon’s gaze lingered on it briefly, but his mind was too preoccupied with the turmoil he was feeling to fully grasp its significance. He dismissed it as another fragment of his confused state and continued onward.
Reaching the edge of the woods, Leon emerged into a quiet, open area. The beach, though not visible, was nearby. The scenery was breathtaking; the tranquil expanse of the ocean seemed to offer some solace. As he sat by the water’s edge, he tried to clear his mind, hoping the peaceful view would help him reconcile his thoughts.
Despite the calming effect of the ocean’s beauty, a troubling thought began to take root in Leon’s mind. He started to question the reality of his memories. What if Eloise was right? What if the memories of Dimitri and Hilal were nothing more than illusions, figments of his troubled mind? He had been having increasingly strange dreams and felt like his grasp on reality was slipping. The idea that perhaps he had fabricated the entire family, that they were just dreams, began to unsettle him.
Leon’s sense of disorientation deepened as he continued to contemplate the possibility that everything he thought he knew was false. The ocean, once a symbol of calm, now seemed to reflect the growing disquiet within him.
As he looked out over the ocean, its surface was oddly still, almost unnaturally so. It lacked the familiar rhythm of waves and the soothing sound of crashing surf. Instead, it lay like a dark, silent mirror, adding to his sense of detachment and confusion. The tranquil, unmoving water only intensified his feeling of alienation, making him question whether he was truly awake or still trapped in a dream.
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My Dream Or My Nightmare?
Science FictionA guy living in a lie and finding the truth as the days pass by. Can the human brain hold so much power over us? Sorry if it's not good it's my first time writing a book! English isn't my first language so please be informed This story might be a li...
