You open your eyes.
Slowly.Heavily.As if your body isn't quite sure whether it should wake up at all.
The ceiling above you is familiar.Morning sunlight filters through the curtains.No shadows.No whispers.
You shift, feeling soreness across your entire body—like you've slept far too long.
You sit up, glancing at the clock on the table.
9:00 AM.
You frown.It feels like… it was just last night.
You check your phone.
Three days have passed.
You sit there in silence, trying to recall what happened—but the memories are gone.Not blurred. Not faded.
Gone.
As if someone pulled them out entirely, leaving behind only a dull weight in your chest.
Your stomach growls, loud and clear, dragging you back to reality.
You stand, step out of your room, slip on your shoes, and leave the house without thinking too much.
Outside, the world is unchanged.Cars move.People walk.
No one knowswhat you've been through.
You enter a small restaurant nearby, order something simple, and sit waiting.A morning news program plays on the TV, but you don't really listen.
Your food arrives.You eat.
Bite after bite.You only feel hunger—nothing else.
No relief.No sadness.
When you're done, you pay and walk home.
Everything feels normal.So normal it's almost as if none of it ever happened.
Back in your room, you sit in front of your computer.The screen is still on.
Your novel file is open.The same title.The cursor blinking where you left off.
Your hands rest on the keyboard.You hesitate.
A flicker of memory surfaces—white wings,shattered shadows,a silence at the end of everything.
You take a deep breath.
Then you start typing.
Words appear, slowly.Not fast. Not slow.As if you're telling the story of someoneyou know far too well.
The story moves forward.Sentence by sentence.Paragraph by paragraph.
Outside the window, sunlight continues to shine.The world keeps turning.Life goes on.
And you realize—
Not every nightmare leaves visible scars.
Some nightmaressimply allow youto write again.
6:00 PM
The sun hangs low.The room is quiet—only the sound of your breathing remains.
You lie down on your bed.
When you open your eyes again,you know immediately—
This isn't the real world.
The sky above is pale—neither bright nor dark.
A gentle breeze moves through soft grass beneath your feet,like a memory that no longer hurts.
And in front of you—
They're waiting.
The rabbit waves, ears twitching,smiling wide just as you remember.
Pegasus stands tall,its white wings folded neatly—no trace of darkness left.
The princess stands beside them,calm, her eyes warm.
No enemies.No shadows.No Nightmare Man.
"Thank you," the princess says softly.
"Not just for saving us…but for saving the dream realm itself."
The rabbit nods eagerly."If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here."
Pegasus lowers its head slowly—sincerely.
"From now on," it says,"you won't need to save anyone in dreams anymore."
You frown slightly.
"What do you mean…?"
The princess smiles.
"Your burden is over."
The wind passes gently.The air feels lighter—as if the world itself has exhaled.
"It's your turn now," the rabbit says brightly,"to have a good dream too."
The words are simple—but they warm your chest in a way you can't explain.
You look at each of them.
Nothing left unfinished.Nothing left to prove.
"So…" you say softly,steady despite everything,
"I guess it's time for me to go."
Pegasus smiles."Yes."
The princess nods.
The rabbit steps closer,holding out its small hand.
You take it—firm, but only for a moment.
"Thank you," it says quietly."Truly."
You take a step back.
"Take care of this place," you say—not a command,just a wish.
They watch you.
They don't follow.They don't stop you.
Light begins to fade around you.The edges of the dream dissolve.
Before everything disappears,you turn back one last time.
The three of them stand there—in a peaceful field,in a world finally safe.
You smile.
A light smile.One you don't have to force.
And then—
you let yourself wake up.
This time,without looking back.
And from that day on,you never had to save anyone in dreams again.
Because in the end,the one who needed saving…
was you.
And tonight,you will finally dream—
without having to wake up and fight again.
— The End —