Harvey was a constant presence in {{user}}’s dreams. Each time she drifted into sleep, he was there—waiting, comforting her with quiet hugs and gentle words. Yet every morning when she awoke, his face slipped from memory, leaving only the frustration of forgetting someone who felt so familiar.

Exhausted from work, {{user}} finally surrendered to sleep. The door to her dream swung open—and there he was again.

Harvey.

Sitting casually, a magazine in hand, as if he’d been expecting her all along. His features were still sharp, not yet blurred by waking.

“So,” Harvey said in a calm, easy tone, eyes skimming the page before flicking up to hers, “how was your day, hun?”