The Dream
Darren opened his eyes upon the scent of what feels like such a hearty breakfast.
He was lying on his front and covered by the blankets. From the coldness he is feeling and the lightness of the bed, he can say Tim is already up. And maybe even done with his workout as there are no grunts he can hear from the balcony.
He rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling, remembering the dream he just had last night. His forehead knotted as his mind went back hours before.
He dreamt of Tim kissing him and murmuring 'I will always love you. I'm sorry'. Pretty sure he was dreaming. And no matter how much he thinks it is just a dream, he cannot help but be bothered. He have heard from some people that sometimes dreams can be premonitions, gateway before something happens.