"Thank you, my queen." He said softly, his own eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. An arm around her, he kissed her lips a few times and murmured 'goodnight'. In a matter of minutes, he was fast asleep, her scent and his own afterglow lulling him to what seemed like peaceful dreams.
Not for long, though.
He couldn't say if he had had that dream long after he fell asleep, or how long had it lasted in real time. It seemed like forever. It was dark, and cold, and he was high. Matilda showed up, worried about him. He told her to leave. She didn't. Time stretched, his own suffering unbearable until she touched him shoulder. He tried to say something, he tried to hold on to her, but abruptly they were inside the car and she was looking at him with empty eyes.
He woke up at once, sweaty, sitting on the bed and shaking a bit.
God, wouldn't he ever stop dreaming about her? He thought, burying his face on his hands and hoping that wouldn't wake up Rebecca.