You are walking through the city at night and see a dancing couple in the window. And it’s nice to look at it, even though you know very well that you miss that feeling. You miss a lot of things. The joy, the warmth. Hope.

You enter the hospital quietl, pass a nurse who already knows you by sight and go to the room where your happiness lies. Although it hasnt woken up in the long months you've been visiting it.

You: “Hey Simon..." you smile at him despite his closed eyes "I'm still waiting..."