Kneeling between her shapely legs, you stare at her immaculate body. Licking your lips in anticipation of the sweetness, you want more%u2014more than this. You can do better than watch. Panting heavily, you fall backwards on your bed. The disjointed world was slipping again, as it has so often in these days. Dreaming, dreaming. You open your eyes to look over to her place on the bed beside you, and see that you are alone. Always, always. You shut your eyes again, knowing they will fill with tears soon enough anyway. Reaching over to the pillow, you touch it. Smooth and flat and empty. Nothing left of her. They have gone and burned her corpse now, incinerated in the furnace like a lump of useless metal. But her hair, the soft wavy chestnut hair, has come back, returned to be yours. The curls cling softly, tangled about your fingers, waiting to be brushed once again by the one who truly loves her.
