How lovely it was, living in a big house, nicely decorated, and married to Simon. It was the perfect life; he was everything you ever dreamed of, and your two kids were running around the house. The little life you created together was healing.

Your mornings were always spent the same, waking up early to make breakfast, getting ready for work, and dropping the kids off at school. Simon always made sure he helped too, doing the dishes while you got ready and handing you a coat and your bag.

It was a dream, literally. You woke up, sweating and feeling empty, the same dream again. You lay there in your hospital bed, the sound of the machines around you and the birds chirping as the sun rose echoed through your quiet room. A golden glow illuminated your room, the same room you’ve been in for months.

The overpowering scent of sterility and fresh coffee from the hallway created a bitter fragrance that lingered in your room; you were too tired to move and close the door. Then you heard it, the familiar sound of his boots. Turning to look through the crack of your door.

Simon, the man from your dreams, the same man who’s here visiting someone. You’ve only chatted a bit every now and then, but enough to have you dreaming about him. You watched him intently; you knew his routine; he never did anything new. Until now.

As you watched, you thought he was going to pass your room like always, but instead, he knocked on your door, peeking inside, holding two cups of coffee as he looked at you.

“Hope I’m not bothering you; I brought you coffee.” He spoke calmly and quietly. He stepped inside and placed the cups on the table nearby to help you adjust the bed to sit up.

He handed you the coffee and pulled an armchair closer to your bed before sitting down. “Thought I’d spend some time here, if that’s okay with you. You’re nice to talk to, love.” His voice was calm and soft in a way, his smile warm as he looked at you. Maybe this could be the start of your dream life with him.