The Right Side of the Bed

I opened my eyes and to my surprise, I was in the bed- everything looked the same as when I had fallen asleep.
Was it just a dream? Could it have been that simple?
I didn’t know. I just didn’t know. I had seen him, touched him, been near him.
But it couldn’t have been real.
He had disappeared more than a month ago. I was starting to slowly accept that I wasn’t going to see him again, that he was probably dead and gone. Still, I knew it was my fault. If I hadn’t left him there, if I had just kept my thoughts to myself…
Stop it. There was nothing you could do.
Therapy does do wonders for guilt. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of him holding me in his arms… it was a powerful sensory memory, one that I hadn’t had for so long. I sat up and took a deep breath, closing my eyes to try and center myself.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I needed answers… which meant I needed to talk to Detective Summers.
Great, just great.
It was going to be a very long day.

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