Dreams [Phan]

"Phil. Phil." You have to wake up. Please. This isn't funny anymore, ok? Just open your eyes and give me that cheeky wink that I pretend to hate but actually adore. Wriggle your nose at me and call me a drama queen, like you always do when you pretend to die.  Please.

I shake your body, and you don't respond with your usual squeal. Your eyes are still closed, and I look closer and see your body is at an unusual angle. That's not good. I try kissing your forehead. No response.

I'm sobbing now. We'd played dead lots, but this is for real and I don't know what to do, how to react. I shakily get out my phone and dial the ambulance.

They pronounce you dead at the scene.

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I awake with a start, and I let out a gasp of relief. It was a dream, only a dream. But I still feel the need to check he's okay. I pull back my covers and grab a hoodie and some trackies. It would be odd going into his room in just my boxers.

I plod down the corridor and knock on his door. I don't wait for a response, I never do anymore! It's 2pm, he'll be awake! I don't understand how I slept for so long! I push open the door and look straight to the bed, where he'd normally be at this time.

But he's not there. I search the flat from top to bottom, and there's no trace of him of being in here all day. And then I remember the cause of the nightmares.

Phil died 3 weeks ago.

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I wake up for a second time, in Phil's arms. He smiles at me, and I smile back. What a weird, double dream. I hate those! Dreams within dreams. Horrid.

"Hey there sleepy head!" Phil says.
"Hiya!"
"Have any nice dreams?"
"No! You were...dead"
"What, like this?" He says.

I'm confused. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. And then, just like in that gif, Phil disappears.

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I wake up. Again. But this time I'm sobbing. Great sobs shake my body, and I can't help screaming, screaming for Phil. I blame the dreams, they'd been freaking me out.

Phil bursts through the door, and scoops me up into his arms. I sob into his bare chest. I claw at his arms trying to get him loser to me. I need the confirmation that he's really there.

"What's wrong?" He asks, once I've calmed down a bit.
"You...dead..." I manage to squeak. I don't know how better to put my message across in my current state.
"Shhh, it's ok. I'm here, it's fine" he whispers, hugging me tighter.