My body stands and pulls on a gown whilst my molecules are still sleeping.
Like a ghost I glide down the stairs to the lounge where he sleeps.
In the small light I stand in an empty room, bewildered.
The memory, like the last piece of luggage on the airport conveyor, appears, to remind me he's not here.
He's at the respite home.
I dream Axel.
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