His Ascension

A cup of tea

Ken tossed from one edge of his bed to the other. He was sweating profusely and swinging his head. He was lying on his back.

Again, he was having a nightmare.

He could see it clearly in his dream. He could see the way his mother led him to the basement eighteen years ago. He could see how she pressed teddy to his chest and left, promising to return but she never did.

"Mom!" He screamed and jumped out of the bed.

While panting heavily, he settled by the edge of his bed after turning on the lights. It was barely 2 am. Ken wiped the sweat that had teamed up on his forehead with the edge of his palm and wondered why the nightmare he had long forgotten was making its way back to his life.

He stood up, staggered to his table, and grabbed a copy of moby Dick. With a frustrated sigh, he dashed to the study. A fact about the nightmares was that he never gets back to sleep after having them.

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"Take care, sir. Bye!" Ray screamed at Ken after he dropped off from the vehicle.

Ken waved a laz