John

The next day, John got home from Mara's house and dropped his bag by the door. The house was quiet, his parents are still at work since he arrived by noon. He kicked off his shoes and headed straight to his room, feeling tiredness from the late sleepover. Without bothering to change clothes, he flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes, hoping for a quick nap. “Finally… some peace,” he muttered sleepily as he settled in. John quickly fell to slumber. In the dream, John’s thoughts drifted lazily. He started thinking about someone. The thought was casual and unfocused at first, but it lingered, growing softer and more vivid as the dream continued.

The dream gradually shifted. Suddenly, John found himself doing what that person was doing. He was moving their body as if it were his own. Reaching for something with their hand, breathing with their lungs, feeling the subtle rhythm of their steps and the warmth of their skin. Every action felt perfectly natural in the moment, as if he was in his own body.

The sensations flowed gently, and everything blended seamlessly into the hazy dream. “Wow, this feels so real,” he whispered softly, his borrowed voice sounding gentle and familiar in the dream. John remained immersed in the new sensations he is feeling, drifting deeper into the blurred experience where he is automatically moving in a foreign body. It just felt so right.

Then the dream began to fade. The sensations slowly dissolved as John stirred on his bed. His eyes opened gradually, the room coming back into focus as he wakes up.