Dreaming of life

Dreaming of Life

He’s dreaming. He knows this, but he can’t wake. His mind continues to replay it, over and over. He’s standing there, holding the knife. He sees her, lying on the ground. He sees the blood, shining in the phosphorescent lighting. He remembers the fight, remembers that dull rage. He knows this couldn’t have happened, knows it’s only a side effect of that anger. He thinks, what if it isn’t? He wakes. He glances hastily around until he sees her. He reaches out. She feels cold. He pulls her close, trying to warm her. He sleeps. He dreams.