As Watts continued to read, he found himself slowly losing focus. The words on the page blurred slightly, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment.
It was strange—he rarely ever felt this kind of exhaustion, yet now, surrounded by the peaceful atmosphere, his body and mind seemed to tell him it was okay to relax, that it was okay to let go.
The thought was almost tempting.
A soft exhale left his lips as he sank further into the plush couch. His muscles loosened, and his breathing steadied.
A warm, serene feeling washed over him, an overwhelming sense of security and peace, as if he had no reason to be on guard. And then, suddenly, he blinked—
And he was home.
Watts found himself in his own room, the familiar sight of his neatly arranged bookshelves and the slightly messy desk greeting him.
