Dexter was staring at the night sky, full of stars. The sound of an owl hooting and insects gently buzzing made him feel so peaceful.
"Ah, nature… Should I sleep for tonight and continue my journey tomorrow?"
Changing his leather shoes and sword for a pillow and blanket, Dexter covered himself with his temperature-adjusting blanket — ensuring comfort — while his pillow enhanced his rest, helping him sleep soundly.
'I hope I can lucid dream again. Seeing Stella in my dreams sounds good.'
With that, he lay on the thick branch, finding his balance before drifting off to sleep.
When Dexter opened his eyes, he saw the curtains flapping in the wind, making him reminisce about his newly built home with Stella.
He rolled over, pushed himself up to stand, only for a blanket to roll down from his body.
"You're awake, Dex… How are you?"
Dexter smiled as he walked toward Stella, who was busy preparing breakfast. She wore an apron and smiled at him lovingly.
