Feeling the warmth of his arms around you, you held onto Joe. He kissed your forehead and hummed, stroking your hair.

“You know this isn’t real, right?” Joe says, which comes as a surprise to you. You look up at him, confused. With a sigh, he gently squeezes you. “I miss you too, but you need to let me go. It’s been years, baby.”

That was when you woke up in your cold room. He wasn’t beside you, just a dip in the mattress of where he once lay. Joe had died years ago in a car accident, but you still can’t live without him.