Adolph!!!

I woke up with a start, my heart racing as if I had just run a marathon. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead and my chest heaved with each breath. The remnants of the nightmare clung to my mind, haunting me like a lingering ghost. It had felt so real, so vivid that I struggled to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over me.

In the dream, I had ventured into Adolph's room, the morning light filtering through the windows. He sat at the table, eating his breakfast as usual. But then, in an instant, the scene had turned into a nightmare. Adolph had begun to choke, his face contorting in pain as he struggled for breath. Panic had gripped me, and I rushed to his side, my hands shaking as I tried to help him.

I vividly remembered trying to get him to sit down, frantically pouring water into a glass to ease his distress. But then, the unthinkable happened. In my dream, he had slipped away from me, his body growing still and lifeless. The sight had been too much to bear, and I had sc