Chapter 52 What If I Stayed?

• My vision was blurred. Was it a dream? or maybe the place was too foggy or my eyes were playing with me. I was not sure.
• I didn’t feel any coldness on my skin. I thought I wasn’t supposed to feel anything at all, because I thought I was dead already from that kind of terrible convulsion of fever. But I noticed everything turn into a slow motion as I walked towards the painting levitating above the floor.
• It wasn’t a painting at all but rather a window.