He didn't know what to say, trapped in misery, even the smallest gestures required big effort to reply. He weakly murmured, "Thanks." Before drowing back to the softness and warmness of the pillows. He wanted to sleep. God, or whoever been there, was kind to him and gave him peaceful and happy dreams. The wedding day. The night they made the baby. Them, cuddling together in front of the wood stove, reading babies' books. Handful of Dave whispering his tummy how much he loves the unborn child. The reality was sharp and uncompromising. The Dreamland was soft and warm. He didn't want to spend time in a world Dave wasn't part of. But the idea of abortion, about losing Dave's son, sent him back to total arousal. "Yes... You're right. I should get up..."