All the resistance I’d had fell away at that point. I cried in her arms for hours. I wouldn’t let her go. I knew I was dreaming, but maybe this time I could make it last. Maybe I could just dream forever and never wake up. I was realizing now just how much I wanted that.
Jessica eventually led me to our room. I refused to let go of her, so she climbed into bed with me, snuggling into my arms just like she used to. I tried to remain awake, knowing that once I fell asleep in my dream it was all over. I stared at her perfect face, trying to etch it into my memory. Eventually all my strength drained away and I fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up the next morning, steeling myself for a long day. Maybe I’d call into work sick. Or would it be better to go in? Maybe I shouldn’t be alone.
I was contemplating these questions when I opened my eyes and saw that Jessica was still there.
I was speechless, staring at her sleeping form until her eyes fluttered open.
“Hey,” her coarse morning voice, just like I’d remembered. “You’re up early. Are you okay? Do you feel better?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, just like I’d remembered. Her every movement…just like I’d remembered.
It felt like all the prayers I’d ever prayed had come true at that moment. So maybe I was still dreaming… maybe I really could dream forever.
I called into work sick and I spent the day with Jessica. It was like she’d never left. She cooked me breakfast. We lazed around the couch and watched stupid romantic comedies. We even browsed Reddit (her favorite subreddit is /r/aww). That whole day I wouldn’t let go of her. She was always in my arms. She was mine again.
And then, that night, we made love.