"I saw her... in my dreams," He spoke dreamily. I rubbed his back, didn't know what to do or how to respond to him. I just listened.

"She was so pretty... like you and me, of course." At this rate, I had a feeling that he might fell asleep while dreaming about his daughter that he saw in his dream.

Would he be surprised when he found out that the daughter he dreamt of actually exist? Would she be the her he expected, just like in his dream?

"Take some rest, James. I have to go now." I placed my hand on the back of his neck and squeezed it...