Lissana dreamed of Tarik again that night; it was the same dream, where she found herself in the room where Tarik lay on a bed of flowers. She approached and tried to caress his face; despite how pale he looked, he felt warm to the touch.
"Tarik!"
She called him, but he didn't respond. She stayed looking at him for a while as if waiting for him to wake up, but he didn't; his eyes remained firmly closed. Lissana took his hand, soft and warm, just as she remembered it.
"Why don't you wake up?"
She asked without receiving any response; there was only silence in that room, an uncomfortable and suffocating silence, it felt more like a tomb than a room.
When Lissana woke up, she continued to look at her hand, even though it had been a dream, she could still feel Tarik's soft and warm hand.
