A Man sits beneath the skeleton of a boat, in a dusty and dark basement with a glass of bourbon in hand.
His mind wanders to the woman he loved, the woman he lost and the life he could've had with her. The children, the marriage, the love and the happiness that he could've had. If only he had told her how he felt before she was gone forever.
His mind began to blur as the bourbon made its way to his head.
It was gone midnight not that he would know with all the alcohol in his system.
At that moment the woman of his thought, the woman he loved and thought to be dead, descended down the basement stairs. He thought he was hallucinating as she approached.
She knelt down and cupped her cheek, to look him in the eye, "Jethro, how much have you had?"
His head lolled, "Are you real?"
She smiled, "Yeah, I'm real"
He shook his head, "I don't believe you"
She leant forward and kissed him gently, which gave him the opportunity to pull her small body into his lap, "Believe me now Jethro?"
He nodded and answered her previous question, "Two bottles"
She looked worried, "Why Jethro?"
He looked down with bloodshot eyes, "I lost you"
Her eyes portrayed fear, worry and love, "Jethro, we weren't together, we haven't been for eight years now"
He shrugged, holding her close, "I still love you", he said quietly, looking away making her cup his face in her small hands to make him look at her.
He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss and held her tightly.
She looked at him and entwined their fingers, "Lets get you to bed, you need to sleep"
He nodded and she helped him upstairs and into bed, helping his undress.
They lay in each others arms, with her head on his chest and soft red curls splayed on his chest.
He would know that this was never a hallucination