She screams, long and loud, jumping to a sitting position on the floor, where she had collapsed a few hours earlier. The past few days of sleep avoidance not quite slept off yet.

She could still feel his embrace, that which she had never felt when she was alive. That which she would never again feel.

No. It was almost as if the smell of withering grass was still in her nostrils, as she lies back on the floor, and drifts back into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.