The smiling face in his sight gradually became blurry.
Finally, it wavered and distorted, disappearing like a stirred lake.
"Don't go..."
His head buzzed, and he abruptly sobered up, slowly opening his eyes.
He was still in the villa, sitting on the couch, the clock on the wall had only advanced a quarter of an hour from when he had fallen asleep.
The living room was bathed in warm orange light as quiet as when he had entered.
He had only been asleep for a short while but had dreamt of her.
The dream felt so real that he still felt her presence.
Jaded from just waking up, he questioned, which part was the dream?
Was the divorce a dream?
He had just woken up, could he go back to the bedroom and find her lying in bed?
