Closing his book and switching off the bedside lamp, Brian Knowles shuffles down under the duvet. He turns and gently kisses his sleeping wife.
“I love you, Sonia,” he whispers, resting his head on the pillow.
He’s on the verge of sleep when his wife suddenly sits up. She lets out a frightened gasp and he reacts quickly, knocking his book off the bedside table as he fumbles to switch on the lamp.
“Sonia? What’s the matter?” he asks, gently rubbing her shoulder, careful not to cause alarm.
His wife just sits there staring at the curtains, her eyes unblinking.
She’s probably still asleep, Brian thinks.
He places his other hand on her shoulder and is about to gently lay her down when she speaks.
“You know that feeling when you wake up and think, ‘thank goodness it was only a dream’?”
“Err, well, kind of,” he says, knowing that…