Every night before bed, I always imagine Michael coming into my room and walking over to me laying on the bed and saying, "Hi, baby" and kissing me on the head. I say "Hi" back and he asks me about my day. When I have had a good day that day, I always imagine his smile and sparkling eyes filled with joy and relief. But when I've had a bad day, his eyes look back into mine filled with hurt and sorrow, like he would do anything to take the pain away from me. He also gives me advice on how to make the next day even better than the last, and I always try to make a note of them. After I start yawning he says, "Are you tired, sweetie?" I'll nod and he says, "I'll let you get some rest." He kisses my cheek and whispers, "I'm only a whisper away; remember that." I smile and say, "I love you Michael", and he says, "I love you more, gorgeous." I close my eyes and just before I fall asleep, I feel arms around my waist, giving me such security. I smile and fall into a deep sleep. The next morning, I wake up and don't see him there anymore, and my mind says it's a dream, but my heart tells me... "this is reality."

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