When I first awoke, everything was the same, yet, somehow, different. Nothing had changed, I was still with him and it was perfect. Yet, little by little, I slowly started to notice the difference.
His voice didn't sound the same, it sounded dead.
His eyes lacked that spark.
His laugh sounded different, almost forced.
His touch was cold
Everything started to feel odd. It was like there was a sudden change in the atmosphere and everything was cold. After so long, it started to get repetitive. I'd wake up, get dressed, spend most of the day with him, help out some of the citizens, train with the others, feed the horses, check if the engines of our ships were working, then go home and sleep. I started to get sick and tired of this. I just wanted to wake up from this perfect, yet imperfect nightmare, and I did just that.