There wasn’t even a satisfying number to put to the amount of nights Peggy had dreamt about him coming home. Countless, endless, always waking to the same empty bed and a sweat and tears depending how long of a day she had had before. But she hadn’t had any of those dreams since arriving. At least not til now.
It was different, in her chest, in her heart, her brain, whatever, it was not the normal dream she had become so used to. She heard his voice, his real voice, which snapped her eyes open and she looked at him instantly from where herhead had been on his chest. “What was that?” She whispered, cautiously. “It felt... real?”