I was laying on my bed, it was warm and soft, streaks of sunlight were shining through the curtains. I didn’t want to get up even though I knew I had to. I turned to my left and he was laying there, still asleep. He looked so peaceful, you couldn’t tell what facial expression he was making since he was wearing that dumb mask he wore so much. I turned on my side and ran my fingers through his short blond hair. He moved around a bit so I took my hand out of his hair so as to not wake him up. But he turned over and faced me. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up” I said, I knew he was up all night so I felt bad for waking him up. “Don’t worry it’s fine” he said as he stretched and yawned. He turned back to face me and we just layed there looking at each other, it was nice. Next thing I knew I was awake, and was in my bed, alone. He wasn’t there, I was dreaming, and now that I was awake it all came back to me. I was alone and he was still dead, Dream was dead…