"Freddie... Fred, sweetie, wake up!"

Her voice in my ear... her hand on my chest.

I open my eyes. There she is, leaning over me with the most beautiful smile on her equally beautiful face. Angelic.

Leaning down, she kisses my cheek chastely, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulls away.

"Good morning."

Her words are spoken softly, her hand still rubbing my chest as she leans over my lying figure. I'm speechless. Was it all a dream?

"The kids are at my mother's..." Kids. We have kids. This isn't right. Or maybe it should be, "... so we have the whole day to ourselves. I was thinking we should take a picnic to the beach!"

She seems so excited. So happy. All because of me. The same way I feel about her.

"What do you think?"

I think I'm in heaven.

The words sound in my mind, but I don't say them. I can say anything.

She awaits my response, her face becoming more concerned by the second. I can't talk; can't speak.

"Freddie? What do you think?"

My throat strains as I desperately try to talk, try to tell her I love her.

Try to tell her every damn thing I should've told her years ago.

This is heaven. This is everything I ever wanted. But I can't have it.

Not now.

"Fred? Fred? FRED?!"

She's shaking me now, violently. Only now do I see the ring on her finger. My mother's engagement ring.

I knew this was too perfect.

She fades, my vision cloudy but her words crystal clear. What have I done?

What have I done?

"Fred... Fred... Fred... FRED..."

Dead... Dead...Dead...DEAD.