Nightmare.

I arrived home, left the keys on the coffe table. "Honey... I'm home!" I said. No answer. Not a single sound. "Babe...?" I called again. Nothing. "Must be at work" I thought. I went to the kitchen and  there he was lying on the floor. Dead pale. Dead cold. Blood everywhere and a note on the fridge. "I didn't know what else to do".

And so I woke up. My pillow right next to me. My neighbours' music playing loud. Louder. My heart racing dangerously. I turned myself. My bedroom. You were gone. And then I knew. That wasn't the nightmare, this was... 'cause you were alive... and yet you were gone.