Chapter 205: The Weight of the Dream
Cold air clawed at Sophia's lungs as she struggled to breathe. Her heart thundered in her chest, wild and uneven, every beat echoing the terror that still pulsed through her veins. The remnants of the dream clung to her. She could still see everything. It was a dream, yes, but it had felt real, extremely real.
She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn't obey at first. Her fingers trembled as she pushed away the blanket tangled around her legs. The world swayed, her vision swimming between the shadows of the room and the soft glow of moonlight spilling through the window. Each breath she took was ragged. She was wheezing, as if the air itself resisted entering her lungs.
