Some nights following their routine of positioning his limp body, fluffing his pillows perfectly, a kiss full of promise and unconditional love, snuggling warmly into his side, Will would drift into an alter world of technicolor dreams. In this world, he lived images of running along the sand at the beach while holding Lou's hand, playfully carrying her into the waves as she protested, tossing their little girl into the air as she giggled then building a sand castle with her, pulling the chair out for his wife as he guided her lovingly into her seat at dinner, sweetly reaching across the table with a forkful of his meal for her to taste, clinking their glasses to toast with champagne, massaging his wife's beautiful creamy shoulders and running his hands all over her gorgeous body and making love slowly with her so they could feel one another connected until they both reached ecstasy together and layed in each other's arms. He felt fantastic and lingered in this world. He could fantasize without limits. Every day he awoke from his perfect world and still found her, lying next to him with eyes full of limitless love. She is his sweet dream.