I had the most terrible dream last night, you were dying. We held hands before the arched window, looking out into a green stream and straining our eyes to see the blue of the ocean. Your bones were so prominent, it felt like I was holding the hand of a skeleton. In the most terrible moment, all I could see was your eyes, framed in black lashes, wet with tears. As I later walked past your room in the hospital I saw your mother crying over your withered body. I woke up crying.