It was so vivid that when I woke up, my chest felt warm, as if the happiness had followed me into the sunlight.
In the dream, I was not the fragile, overlooked boy who spent his school days hiding at the back of the class and flinching whenever someone called his name. No, I was reborn.
I opened my eyes in a luxurious bedroom larger than this entire old house. Soft curtains fluttered, and sunlight poured through crystal-framed windows. A soft chime sounded as the smart-assistant welcomed him, "Good morning, Young Master Elandor."
Young Master.
The words felt unreal.
I walked to the mirror, half afraid the reflection would still be the timid boy I once was, but no. My posture was straight, my eyes confident, and I carried the graceful aura of someone who had never known oppression. My hair was neatly styled, my skin smooth, and I wore a designer watch that gleamed with quiet pride.
