After endless hours of debauchery, he felt brain-dead. He remembered the sleaze of the previous night. One fantastic orgy after another. As the sun rose outside, he looked through the window blinds, amazed at how the scene was unfolding. He crashed and landed on the bed, the wind knocked out of him. He fell into an uneasy slumber, tossing and turning.
The dreams were starting again. He could feel the echoes resounding in his head. The echoes of Her voice. The hairs on his arms were standing on edge, and his entire body trembled. This should not be happening now. Not after all these years. You said goodbye when you said goodbye. You’re not entitled to the rest of my life. Will this never end? And just like that, the dream was over. He woke up with a start. Scrunching his eyes open, he looked at the bedside clock. 12 p.m. He groaned and sat up. Another day to go.