Victor's eyes fluttered open, his mind still hazy with the lingering fragments of his vivid dream. For a moment, he felt disoriented, the ghostly echoes of his past mingling with the present reality. As his vision cleared, he found himself still seated in the same chair where he had dozed off, but something was different.
A soft, warm sheet was draped over him, one he didn't remember having when he first sat down. Victor blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. He shifted slightly, becoming aware of another change – his feet were bare, his shoes and socks mysteriously absent.
Pushing aside the sheet, Victor sat up straighter, taking in his surroundings. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. The Haven was alive with the sounds of activity – children's laughter, the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, and the murmur of voices engaged in lessons or conversation.
