A few days passed, and Damon was lounging in his room, enjoying the comfort of his bed.
The softness of the blanket and the warmth of the sunbeam streaming through the window had almost lulled him into a nap.
As he drifted off to sleep, Damon's body suddenly jolted, and he jumped up, looking around frantically.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and cursed under his breath, "Damn dream."
He had been having one of those unsettling dreams where you feel like you're falling, and it feels so real that you wake up with a start, feeling like you're still plummeting downwards.
Damon sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering fear.
Today was a quiet day, with no training scheduled, because he was leaving for the fight later.
He had been waiting for Victor to come pick him up, but for now, he just rested, trying to calm his racing heart.
