His eyes fluttered open, brows wrinkling when he hears small whimpers leaving your lips as you slept.

He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, wiping away any tiredness he felt.

He took hold of your shoulder, his touch soft, careful not to scare you as his other hand went to cup your cheek.

He was gentle. loving.

He wiped away the tears which stained your cheeks and whispered, “It’s just a dream. Wake up for me…”