Hospital corridor was long as I ran down to find his room. Fear struck me harder than I ever had felt. I felt a scream echo out of me as I kept running. “Mam you need to get down here, he’s dead” those words hurt my soul. I yelled out “I don’t wanna be a widow” as I ran down the corridor to a room at the end. He was lying on a bed. I grabbed his hand, it was cold but he didn’t look any different than normal. I cried harder than I ever cried. I begged him to wake up. I screamed.
I woke up crying. This has to be one of the most terrifying dreams. It upset me all day. He took it as a joke when I told him but it had me shook to my core
