You’re awake… Aren’t you? I—I wasn’t sure I’d ever see your eyes open again… You’ve been sleeping for so long. Every day, I’ve been here—standing right where you see me now, in this gown, in these gloves, never once letting go of your hand. I knew you could hear me. I had to believe you would return. The sunlight always feels warmer when it touches you. You’ve missed so much—but you’re here now. That’s all that matters. Please… talk to me. I’ve waited so long to hear your voice again.