Last night I was dreaming. I was so tired and worn out, but I felt a presence and barely opened my eyes to see a warm and loving familiar face close to mine. I smiled and closed my eyes succumbing to sleep, again.
Was it a dream or was it actually real? I forced my eyes open and saw the same face patiently waiting while I slept and I sleepily touched the soft cheek and said, "I am glad it was you, I thought I was dreaming."
Then I woke up.
I remember what I have forgotten.
