The desert man's feet unconsciously took a step forward, even close to each other. His warm body made her raise her trembling hand and touch each other's cheeks. He shed many tears of joy when he realized that what he had seen was real and not illusory.
"Yes... am I dreaming?"
One day suddenly shook his head. "You are not dreaming, it is me... it is me, it is your dog."
A large hand gripped the other's hand tightly, and his face squeezed tightly, emphasizing that he was the only visible fact. Prudential didn't doubt anything anymore, and hugged him tightly with longing. Providence embraces the body affectionately, faces on broad shoulders, and breathes familiar bodies.
He's back. . .
Coming back in the human body. . .
But how is that possible? All he cares about is that at this time,
