Bon

"Have you ever thought of," says my grandfather to me, but he suddenly stops talking. He looks around and stares into the empty room.
"Have I ever thought of what...?" I ask, but he isn't answering me.
"Grandfather..?" He moves his head a little and looks me into the eyes. He seems happy and sad at the same time. "Please get some milk for me. Warm milk. With some honey." He points at the kitchen.
"But..-" He points at the kitchen again. "Just go get some milk for me, will you," he says joking while coughing. I stand up and to make him some warm honey milk. When I've prepared it as he always tells me to prepare it, I walk back into the living room. But suddenly I see he's sleeping. His chest moves peacefully just like the wind makes the leaves of the trees move.
There was only one thing which I didn't know... His dream, was my life.