I reached out my hand to where I imagined his head would be. I let my fingers run through the imaginary hair, for a brief second before letting go, both of us laughing at the action - as if we had no care in the world.

I looked at his dark, black eyes that were staring at the ceiling. His face turned to look at me and he raised his eyebrows for a second at my gaze. I chuckled and shook my head and then placed my palm on his chest. My head fit perfectly into the space between his shoulder and face, and my leg hooked around one of his.

I inhaled, expecting his scent, forgetting that it was my dream.

An impossible dream.

As I smelt the familiar scent of my bed, the hallucination broke.