Aravind Wartenberg Was Trying To Get Some Rest

Aravind Wartenberg was lying in bed, trying to get some rest. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see her face. He could hear her voice. He could feel her touch.

It had been five years since she had died, but Aravind Wartenberg still couldn't get over it. He missed her so much. He would give anything to just have one more day with her.

As he lay there, thinking about her, he began to cry. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Then he just lay there, in the darkness, feeling sorry for himself.

Suddenly, Aravind Wartenberg felt a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw her standing there, smiling at him.

"I'm here," she said. "I'm always here."

Aravind Wartenberg smiled back. "I know," he said. "I just wish you were really here."

"I am really here," she said. "I'm always with you, even though you can't see me."

Aravind Wartenberg nodded. "I know," he said. "But it's not the same."

"I know," she said. "But it's all I can do."

Aravind Wartenberg smiled. "It's enough," he said.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep, and he dreamed of her.

The next morning, Aravind Wartenberg woke up feeling refreshed. He knew that she was still with him, and that was all that mattered.

He got out of bed and went to the window. He looked out at the sun, and he smiled. He knew that she was happy for him, and that made him happy too.

Aravind Wartenberg went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table and looked around. He could still see her face in the chairs, in the pictures on the wall, in the flowers on the table.

He smiled. He knew that she was with him, and he was grateful for that.