A/N: This is a short story idea I had; it will be shared in three parts, all of which are already written. Once I get reviews on this part, part 2 will be uploaded. So please review when you finish reading. I hope you like it!

Pinch me, is this real?
This feeling of release?
I'm floating in your Heaven.
In the corners of my dreams.

~ Natalie Walker, Waking Dream ~

"Bella?" I hear my mother's voice echoing from some land that seems distant and out of reach.

"I'm here," Edward whispers to me. "Where else am I going to go?"

My eyelids flutter as I feel him lean over me and kiss me upon my forehead. I see the blurred vision of a hospital room, my beloved leaning over me. I blink, and he is suddenly across the room in a chair.

"Bella?" my mother's voice comes at me once more from that far away place.

Edward is now asleep in his chair across the room. I blink again, and he is sitting up in the chair, looking at me. Then he is asleep again as my eyelids open once more. I squeeze my eyes shut, confused. I must be slipping in and out of consciousness.

I wonder what has happened to me. Why am I in the hospital? Edward and I were in the forest just moments ago.

My eyes open as I struggle to shake the grogginess from my mind. I see the blurry form of my mother leaning over me, slowly coming into focus.

"Mom?" I ask, unsure of what is real.

"Hey," she smiles down at me in relief.

"What happened?" I question, struggling to remember.

"You tripped," she explains. "Fell down two flights of stairs. Went through a window!" she finishes, appearing to be on the verge of tears.

I look to Edward's chair to see that it is empty. "Where is he? Where's… Edward?" I stammer, still in a daze from the anesthetics.

"I'll go get a nurse," she says, lightly placing a kiss on my forehead before strolling out of the room.

"Edward?" I try, feeling that he is somewhere right out of my reach. My hand reaches out for his, grasping instead empty air.

"Edward?" I whisper.

Two weeks have gone by since I last saw Edward. I ask my parents about him, but they both tell me sternly that he is not real. He is, though. Edward is real.

The day comes when I can finally leave the hospital. I hear them questioning the doctor about my love. They are worried about me; they worry that I had hit my head during my fall and am now hallucinating my beautiful Edward. He suggests that Edward is merely a coping mechanism that I had conjured up in my mind while encompassed in my coma for all those months. A figure I created to entertain my conscious while my body was not yet ready to awaken.

It makes sense, and a part of me believes it. But unlike what the doctor says, Edward is not going to simply go away after I spend a few weeks back in my normal life.

There is no normal life for me now without Edward.

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