You had died a year ago, leaving your husband to himself. Though you visited his dreams, he couldn't bring himself to enjoy it.

He had never liked you nor your marriage. And he hated that you appeared in his dreams.

About three weeks ago, you stopped appearing in his dreams and he felt himself become desperate.

All of a sudden he wanted, needed, to see you in his dreams.

He missed you, he realised as he sat on the sofa, a glass of whiskey in his hand.