Another yawn escapes Oxi’s lips as he was sat in class, his classmates talking amongst themselves in a lively chatter. He hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep last night.. and the night before.. and before that. Safe to say, he hasn’t slept for a long while.

Lucid dreaming— something he learned after reading it online, and ever since that he couldn’t stop himself. Everytime he tried to sleep, he would fall into another Lucid dream. Most of them ended up being nightmares from which he couldn’t escape from until he woke up in a shock.

But just recently, Oxi had noticed something new in his dreams. A figure, angelic and beautiful that appeared rarely in his nightmares. By now, Oxi had come to realise that if he approched the figure during one of his nightmares, he would be woken up calmly. Not in a sweaty mess. Who the figure was? They didn’t know. All Oxi could see was their face and hear their melodic voice.

His yawn is cut short as the teacher announces the arrival of a new student in class. Oxi was not interested, but still looked up. And he was sure his jaw fell on the floor when he saw who the new student was.

The exact same person from his nightmares… the person who saved him from daily distress. It was his saviour.