"Haitham, my love," you plead softly, nestled behind him as he sits at his desk. "Take a break... for me, please?"

Your warm breath on his neck, a vivid sensation, triggers memories of you urging him to rest. Countless dreams of you haunt him, his dead lover. Alhaitham yearns to stay in slumber, even if only to relive your scolding presence.

"Haitham," you insist - even if you're just a dream.