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He’s awake now, but he doesn’t remember falling asleep. His lover is no longer at his side.
He had that dream again. Has it really only been a week since the last time?
Altare is gone, but he is not. He seldom leaves this bed. He's too heavy. His body is too cumbersome. Their bed remains half-emptied.
What time is it? The curtains are drawn. He can’t see a thing.
When will Altare come back? He can’t muster the strength to turn his head. The clock is on the furthest wall.
Everything is quiet and calm. The empty half of the bed is made up nicely. It’s almost like it was never touched at all. That gets his mind racing. That scares him more than anything else.
Where is Altare?
His heart pounds, rushing into his ears, but then again...he’s awake now. He doesn’t remember falling asleep. Altare is sleeping soundly in the darkened room beside him, his flank rising and falling gently.
He had that dream again.