It's hot. Too hot.

I opened my eyes slowly, the white ceiling welcomed me. I stared at it for a good while then moved on to the room. My eyes widened, wait this is-- this is my room back home. When I was still a child.

The door opened and I saw my dad entering. He noticed that I was awake and smiled.

"Oh dear, why are you still awake?" he asked. Wh-what's going on? Am I in a dream?

N-no, this feels too real to be a dream. Sadness overwhelmed me as he approached me and sat at the edge of my bed. I pulled the blanket away and...