I was just not reconciled.
I hadn’t contacted Michael for a while, and he hadn’t been home either.
I thought he wouldn’t come back and he would be with Harper, but he came back.
He was still full of the smell of alcohol. He frowned all the time.
He was still so impatient when he was with me, but he was not like this before.
In the past, he always smiled brightly. He would remember all my preferences and all our anniversaries.
But now, he seemed to have changed a lot. He made me feel strange and frightened.
When Michael came to the bed, I just closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.
We hadn’t had the same topic for a long time and we would always have a quarrel.
I felt that Michael stood in front of the bed for a while and then went to bed.
We turned our backs to each other and said nothing.
Gradually, I heard his breath and I knew that he had fallen asleep.
Michael had a good sleep and his breath was steady, but I was not sleepy at all.
I checked the time. It was already four o’clock in the morning. It was almost dawn.
I didn’t feel sleepy, so I stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
Michael slowly opened his eyes. He took a look at the ajar door. The light came in a little,
making the sweat on his forehead shiny.
He sat up and heaved a sigh.
He had a dream again.
Since the heart transplant, he had been dreaming over the years.
In his dream, he saw a woman’s back. Sometimes she was in a sunflower field, sometimes she was running in a rainy night, and sometimes she was standing by the sea, with her dress flying.
But he couldn’t see her face clearly.
Every time he woke up, he would feel inexplicably sad.
He had asked a psychologist
The doctor told him that the memories in his dream didn’t belong to him. They were left by
the donor.
Some documents had proved that the transplanted person would have some scattered memories, or the changes of habits. He didn’t need to worry about it, and these would gradually disappear as time went by.
However, he felt that he was familiar with the figure in his dream.
