“I love you.” “Oh my God,” says Paul, and lets go of my hand. I instinctively want to see what the matter is so I try to open my eyes. The bright light overwhelms me at first and the pain of it shoots through to the back of my skull. “Paul.” I hear a voice and realize it is my own. “I’m right here,” he says, and I can see him. He’s crying and now I’m crying. He’s kissing me and I can see him. This is real. My eyes really are open. I’m awake.
