I awoke from a deep, deep sleep in one of the guest bedrooms of my manor. I recognized the room because I remembered the mural on the ceiling of enchanting little painted cherubs. I was lying down, slightly propped up by a collection of pillows, but I felt arms around my waist and a head rested on my ribs. I looked down at the figure to whom the arms and head belonged and saw my husband, still in his nightshirt. He heard my head shift to look at him, and he sat up, his face red and still wet with tears. He simply leaned over and gave me a kiss on my forehead and resumed his position next to me. "Just a little while longer."