He dreamed that they, as a family, were holding hands with their children, visiting the amusement park, dreamed of her draped in beautiful white gauze, becoming his bride, dreamed that every time he got off work, she would be busy in the kitchen with him, he dreamed of taking her to the end of the world to watch the ocean.
But each time he woke up, he would sit alone in the darkness for a long time, unable to help but smash everything in the room, his eyes reddened as he repeated her name over and over.
Yet he became more and more dependent on this sort of medicine, as soon as daylight broke he would start looking forward to the coming of night, because in his dreams, she would return to his side.
He didn't know how he had gotten through these three years, he thought, perhaps it was this daily anticipation, he relied on these ridiculous obsessions, wandering through this bizarre world like a walking corpse.
