thou shall be in a dream.

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A man of 34 years old, knowing as the drummer of MonGRüe. And a father of 4 kids, husband of Linda Kate Powell. Having a perfect little semi - big family was already enough for him. Wake up every morning and was greeted with the laughter and smiled by his lovely said wife. Everytime he takes a step downstairs, and small footsteps of his childrens can be heard. The yelling of the four little angels. Father! God. Everything is just enough for him.

Adam Björn Anderson, or most likely known as 'Walrus' as his staged name. He was born on 23th Febuary, 1952. Born and raised in Western, Adam lived a life as a son from a very strict and noble family. His father, was a very kind man in the neighbourhood, and his mother, is the assembly of Church. His life was all he could ever asked for. Till the day he reached his mid 20s, he got married to the woman he called 'the love of his life'. She was beautiful, in any words a man could describe. Not just beautiful by looks, but her also personality. She is sweet, kind, soft- spoken. She cares for her surroundings, even to the people who despite her.

The words echo thru the church, as the man spoke, i do. I, Adam Anderson. Take Linda Kate Powell, as my wife, and my best friend in life. As the setenced come to an end, the both lips touched and brushed against each other, the sensation of romance flew around them. As people rose from their seat and clapped their hands.

As life goes on, the two began to grew family. From one kid, to have three another. Maxwell Anderson - Powell, Lin Anderson, Andrew Anderson, and William Björn Powell. They were his, his childrens. His creation with Linda.

He puts on his trousers, buttoned his shirt and wore his black leather vest. Going downstairs, the man was greeted by his youngest one, William. Willian smiled and hugged his father by the leg. Dying of the cuteness, he picked the little guy up and kissed his cheek lovingly.

"Hey there, bud. Awaken now, i see?" He spoked in a tender voice. Carrying him to the kitchen where his other childrens were eating breakfast. There, stand his majestic, looking angelic wife, Linda. She was cooking something as Adam settle his kiddo down to his baby chair. Approaching the said woman, his hands is immediately wrapped around her curvy and soft waist. Kissing her collarbone as the man spoke,

"Good morning, pretty lady."
"Good morning to you too, Adam. How's your morning? Did you slept well?"

The soft voice of the woman snuck up into his ears, it was like a music. He could listen to her all day. Adam smiled and rested his head to her shoulder. Feeling their skin touched. "Pretty good, you were there. Which makes it better." He teased. Leaving a small laughter from the woman. If only he could explain, how much this woman changed him. She is his world. His everything, he would trade anything in this world just to love her and please her, one thing a husband should do to make his wife's life fullfilled.

But everything must come to an end, right? Not all relantionship is always so goody good and romantic. This is not a movie. So what if i tell you, this wasn't real. None of this was actually true. Adam was never happy. Not even the slightest or the tiniest of his heart.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Head hurts, blurry eyesight, messed up minds. Is all Adam could describe in his situation right now. He woke up to what it seemed like in the middle of the night. With a bottle of Jack Daniel's on his hand. He looked around the room, as he yelled out.

"Linda? Baby? William, sweetheart? Where are you guys?"

He rosed up from the best, his foot reconnect with the floor. Not that he could walk straightly like a normal human would do, he started to take another step, feeling the world around him spinning around.

He tossed the Jack Daniel's away, grabbing a fabric of clothes and wore it. As if Deja vu had hitted him. He felt like he had done this before, steping a foot downstair and was greeted by his baby son. Adam nodded to himself, its probably going to happened. As he took more steps down, he noticed there were no signs of his son. Confuse, he yelled out again.

"William? William, where are you baby? Don't play with father. He's not liking it." His voice turned into a concerned one as he searched around the house. Looking for any sign of his son, or atleast his family.

Adam looked at the telephone that was hanging on the wall and decide to call Linda, the only woman who probably God knows where the hell is his childrens at. Silence was loud, before the sound of picking up is heard from the other party,

"Hello? This is Linda Powell speaking?"
"Linda? Hey. Hello. Where are you? Where's the kids? Where's William?"
"...."
"Adam?"
"Yea it's me. Where are they? Please tell me you didn't take them out without leaving me a note."
"Adam, what the hell do you mean? Have you forgotten? I take all the custody of our childrens to my own. They won't visit you again. Stop acting like you're amnesia."
"What?"

Adam stopped thru his mid-setence. The hell does she mean by that? What custody is she talking about?

"What— what custody? I thought we're still married? Linda. What do you mean?"

There was a long silence from the both parties before Linda spoken up,

"Adam, have you forgotten again? Is it by the drugs?"
"..."
"Adam, we're divorce. Did it caused you to forget those again? This is the third time in a row you've called me and ask about the kids. How maby times have I tell you? I don't want you to do anything with my children. Not even the slighest."

The call ended. Adam gazed down to the floor, emptiness filled his eyes as his jaw slowly dropped, now he remembered. All those things they have been thru, the pain he gave towards her. Now he understand. He regretted it.

Something about the dream made him missed her even more and alot. He realized, how much impact she affected his life. If it wasn't ge choice to get a divorcement, he would still abused her and their kids. No. Her kids.