He dreamt he was dead. He could see everything now.
His wife opened the curtains and looked up into the sky.
She looked sad as if all the tears had been cried a long time ago.
She had prayed so much and hoped for his return. But it was a long time ago.
Hope fading every night.
The moon rose high and radiated peacefulness so that she felt some comfort.
Standing by the window reminiscing when he was still by her side.
After a while she closed the curtains and went to sleep.
She dreamt of his return, but he never did.