"Try saying something."

I can't.

My throat feels like fire.

But I can see.

See him looking at me from the small window on the door.

Three days since I woke up, and he comes to me all the time.

He doesn't try to come close.

He just stays afar.

But I want him here.

I want to tell him that I won't mind.

But all I could do is enter his dreams.

I can't speak.