Bang!
I awoke with a cry and my heart jumped into my throat. Instinctively, I tried to throw my hands up to protect myself. The shriek of fear changed to one of agony as the pain ripped through my body with a vengeance.
Once reality came back to me, I found myself gripping my shoulder trying to stabilize it so the sharp throb would return to the dull ache I was getting used to.
But it was the searing stab in my chest that hit me every morning when I woke up that I wasn't sure I would ever get used to. It had been weeks since I had seen my husband and it would be longer by the time this was over. Yet in the dream world I had seen him, I spoke to him, I touched him. In that world he had been real. I wanted to dive back into that illusion and scream at myself to hold him, keep him close,
