Dreaming With A Broken Heart
Freddie turned over in his bed, his hand landing on Sam's warm back. Even though he was barely awake, he still smiled and scooted over to her and wrapped her up in his arms.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Freddie opened his eyes and turned his alarm off. He looked down at the pillow he was hugging and fell to the floor. Was she? It..it felt so real. He could hardly breathe. He cupped his face in his hands and cried softly.
When the tears finally stopped, he called in for another sick day at work. He hung the phone up on his boss who was yelling at him through the phone. Freddie had called in sick for a week and a half now.
Freddie got up and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. He turned the TV on and sulked on the couch. Something he'd done every day for, you guessed it, a week and a half. Soon the one beer turned to three and he fell asleep on the couch.
He woke up to a door slamming. "Freddie! What the heck! Why are u just laying there?! And what's with all the beers!" Sam slammed her stuff down on the floor. "Bad day at work," Freddie asked though he knew the answer. "Yup." Sam drooped her head down and made a sad face. Freddie smirked. "Come here," he stated putting his arms up. She sludged her way to him and collapsed in his arms. He took in the scent of her hair and all that was…Sam. He kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him. "I love you," she whispered. He smiled and said…
I can't believe it's not butter!
The sound of the TV woke Freddie from his dream. He grunted and sat back up. Tears forming in this eyes again. Everyday. Everyday, anytime he fell asleep, he had a dream about her. And each time they felt more and more real. And each time he'd wake up, devastated. Because each time, she was never there in his arms.