"Ahhhh!" John shouted while standing up in a seated position on the floor.
He took a big mouthful of air. His breathing was fast and rapid, while his heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was running. The sweat on his forehead poured like a stream of tears as he covered his hands on his face.
"It's just a dream—no, a nightmare. A nightmare, indeed," John said, finally managing to calm his emotions and mind.
He looked around and saw that the girls were still asleep, clearly exhausted, despite his shouting in the dream. It would have been so embarrassing if they had heard him.
He laid down his bare back on the floor while gazing at the stars, filled with countless thoughts. Even his sleepiness and tardiness were gone. He's fully rejuvenated right now, not knowing why.
"Is it because of that dream?" John mumbled. Deep in his soul, there was a feeling telling him to train hard and become strong. Not knowing why, it is telling him that.
