Beep... Beep...
Cedric was dreaming.
In the dream, he was standing in the living room of their home. A rich, savory aroma drifted out from the kitchen.
Almost in a trance, he walked toward the dining area and saw Miranda dressed in a long red gown, slowly stirring a pot of soup she had simmered just for him.
"You're home," she said, walking up to him, scrunching her nose and glaring at him playfully. "Come taste this and tell me if I’ve improved my recipe today. And honestly... you have been drinking far too much again. If you ever come home like this again, don't even think about sharing my bed! Now go and wash up immediately!"
He was shooed away to the bathroom to clean himself. Everything felt so vivid, so real, that he completely forgot it was only a dream.
But when he stepped ba
