I just want to wake up from this awful dream, see you laying next to me and say “I had this awful dream you were gone and we were at your funeral.” You’d then hug me and say “I am right here and not going anywhere.” The dog will jump on the bed and give us kisses. And we’ll cuddle with no rush or place to be. Your bed comfortable, spacious. Ceilings tall. Lights soft with little rays of sunlight peeking in. It’s peaceful. Sweet. Safe.

I remind you how lucky we are and how happy I feel doing nothing right here with you.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Please just tell me it’s an awful dream. Please?