Asher's eyes fluttered open, revealing the familiar ceiling of his room. The light coming from outside seemed to be just enough to make the room bright, but not glaring. He turned around to see if anyone else was there, but found no one beside him.
With a yawn and a stretch of his arms, he rose from the bed and quickly checked himself. He was wearing comfortable, loose-fitting gray pajamas.
'Another vivid dream,' he thought, remembering the events that transpired during his last encounter with the thugs.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got off the bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he walked in front of the mirror to take a look at himself. He still had the same appearance as last night. Black hair, blue eyes, a toned figure, and a handsome face. Nothing seemed to have changed, yet somehow everything felt like it was a dream.
