Dreams and a Life Gone Wrong

"Ah!!!!" Stephen Strange woke on the cold, dark floor, its surface reflective enough to show his silhouette. He was drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging tightly to his back. Terror covered his face as he gasped continuously, his pupils dilating and contracting in shock. After swallowing hard to ease his tension and fright— Stephen Strange wiped his forehead and face, his hand coming away sticky with sweat.