He had been doing well, he had fought the affliction.
But now, now his mind was awake.
His eyes wide open as he lay on his back on the floor.
The faint glow of an alarm clock reflecting off his eyes.
'Why have you come back into my mind.' He asked himself.
He hoped she was well, but couldn't bring himself to ask.
He hoped she thought of him in light, but reserved himself to the fact that the idea in his mind wasn't the truth.
In that dark silent room he could still see his war journal.
All of his letters to her from his deployment.
'I hope all is well.' He whispered to himself.
'I honestly hope all is well, maybe one day once the wounds have scarred and healed...maybe one day...' he muttered under his breath as he tried to close his eyes again...for another useless attempt at sleep.