Dreaming

7:15am, It's such a beautiful sight. Flowers glooming from the rich soil, birds tweeting songs of sympathy, autumn leaves falling swiftly through the atmosphere. I can't help but come here ever since my wife, Natalie, passed away. I feel like she's still right by my side, holding my hand through every tear I've shed, or every problem I've been through. I see visions of her dancing in the breathtaking dress she was in on our wedding day. Her beauty shines bright like the sun. her soft, tender voice calling my name "Jonathan! Jonathan!" constantly.

I run towards the voice hoping I would have a proper glance of her face. Cluelessly wondering where I'm going to end up, I still felt the need to continue following Natalie's voice. As I was running, the voice slowly started to fade. I didn't know where to go anymore, it felt like I was chasing a ghost. I wouldn't be surprised if I was. As the voice slowly worn out, I believed that I would never have a similar experience like this again. I stood there, head facing directly to the ground while my eyes start to get soggy. My vision starts to weaken and my legs begin to wobble. It wasn't long until I collapsed to the ground.

While my vision faded slowly, a blurry figure stood over more. White beautiful dress, calling my name. I immediately presumed to think it was Natalie but I wasn't able to get a clear glimpse of her face before I had completely blacked out.

I wake up in my bed with clear, watery eyes. I browse around the room but I'm not at the same place as I was before. That was when I realised I was dreaming. I look to my right side table to take a look at the alarm clock.

'7:15am'