Classic rock imagines

Bobby Dall

I woke up with a jolt. A tear swollen in my eye. I look over to see my boyfriend Bobby sleeping, a sigh of relief leaving my lips as I gaze at his peaceful expression. I think back on the dream, terrified of it. A few tears fell down my face.
"What's wrong?" I hear a groggy voice
"nothing." I look down
"Was it a dream about bret in a beauty pageant, cuz I get that one a lot." His voice still groggy
I let out a small laugh, still terrified of that dream.
"You dream about Bret?"
"Yea it's actually pretty entertaining, but we don't talk about it."
You let out another laugh.
"No I had a nightmare."
He chuckles and holds his arms open. I cuddle up next to him, taking in his scent.
"Take your time." He said
My mouth opened as you were about to say something but it quickly closed and I bit my lip. I didn't know how to put it into words but it was awful. I bit my lip trying to concentrate. My mind was clueless as to how I could put this dream into a sentence.
"Well I- I lost you? But not just like at the grocery store but like for real. Like you were gone. I don't know how else to put it but you were just gone and I don't know." A few more tears slip from your eyes.
A few minutes past and not a word was said. I could almost make out his face in the dark, his brows furrowed and his lips pursed. I could tell when his expression softened and tensed again. 
The two of you sat in silence for a little longer, you didn't know what to do.
"So you really do dream about Bret?"
"Shut up y/n!" He smiled