****That was the first night I dreamt of Ben.
I was on the edge of a cliff looking down in to the sea. Then I heard the whispers.
"Don't do it....You can't jump....You won't....Come back....For me.....Come..." I turned to see Ben, his lips barely moving and begging me with his eyes, to step to him. Away...from the fall.
But I didn't want to.
The dream probably didn't last that long, but looking into his eyes felt like hours. And I hated it, so much....
My sight faded slowly to blackness and the next thing I knew, I was breathing slowly with the feel of warm sheets over me.
Um, when did I aquire a blanket?
I sat up, but didn't open my eyes. Who knows, could last night have been a dream?
I shook my head, whatever then....