"H-hah!"
Gasping out loud, Calix abruptly woke up from his sleep, leaving the uncanny dream behind.
His chest heaved up and down in an erratic rhythm as a sense of unease flared out over his entire body. Sweat soaked his back entirely.
Calix randomly looked at the ceiling above the bed. The orange glow of the underbed lights cast a faint glimmer there.
'What was that? What did I just... see?'
The images of the dream resurfaced in Calix's mind. He winced as he unconsciously went through them one by one.
Everything felt weird—the apartment, the lady and her familiarity with him—but, the image of the man in the mirror shocked Calix the most. He also couldn't forget how foreign his voice sounded the first time he spoke out loud.
"Hah... hah..."
Still overwhelmed by the uncanny dream, Calix rubbed his face a few times. His ragged breathing echoed in the quiet bedroom. Questions to questions popped into his mind.
