““ AT NIGHT My bedroom,as I drift. Every night,Jack is with me. He lies down on his side, lengthwise on my bed,and props his head on my pillow. I mirrow his position. He places his hand over mine. I see it,but I don't feel it.We discovered long ago that we can't touch,even in our dreams. I am as much of a ghost to him as he is to me. We are a breath away-and a world apart-from each other. He doesn't know where he goes when he's not with me.He doesn't think he exists anymore,except for in my dreams. I think he is right.And I tell him to hang on.I will never stop dreaming of him. I will find him. ””
