Daniel always dreamed so vividly.
His face
His hands
His s m i l e
The way he touched
your ѕкιη.
your lυɴɢѕ.
Your ̶̲н̶̲ e̶̲ α̶̲ r̶̲ т̶̲.
Gives you
the
̲̅ ̲̅ѕ̲̅н̲̅ι̲̅v̲̅e̲̅r̲̅ѕ̲̅.
Daniel was pulled from unconsciousness with a jolt. In sudden confusion not unlike that of a newborn pup whose yet to learn to open their eyes, his hands blindly searched the darkness for the familiar warmth. But when his hands found nothing but empty sheets, Daniel remembers.
Daniel's face contorted in the darkness. A broken sound escapes his lips, and he curls into the sheets, hoping to find comfort in the cold fabric. He doesn't.
Another broken sound drowns out the sound of his door creaking open. Heaving shoulders prevent the sound of shuffling feet from announcing the other presence to his numb ears.
A gentle hand touched his hair, and Daniel started, and his love's name almost escaped past his teeth. But Daniel already knew who it was.
"I can't stop," Daniel moaned into his damp pillow. "It's been months, and I can't stop dreaming about him. I miss him so much."