Imagine you sleep walk when you have nightmares. One night in particular, you have a very disturbing one about your most darling Ringo. He was in pain. Agonizing pain. You could hear him calling for you, begging you to save him from the pain; but you couldn't see him. Try as you might to fight through the darkness that clouded your vision, you were blind and helpless to rescue your love as the darkness swallowed him up.
"What?! You call out as you wake up to find yourself standing at the end of the driveway to the home you share with him wearing nothing but your pajama shirt. Trying to shake off the fog of the nightmare, you walk back to the house; shivering like mad and surprised you didn't freeze to death as it's mid-Winter. Once you reach your bedroom, you sigh in earnest relief to see your darling Ringo still curled up; warm under the duvet, completely unaware that anything had happened. You tuck back in and snuggle to him for warmth, breathing in his natural scent and letting it calm you. "He's here." You think to yourself as you whisper; "Love you, Richie", then drift back to sleep.
-Fin
