I had a dream last night.
CK and I were walking across the grassy field next to our highrise apartment block (a field which was patently my school oval - bear with me this is a dream) and my beautiful OMD was out there too, happily gnawing a bone.
Then we were up high, looking out the window from our flat and I could see him out on the grass with the bone. When I looked again he was gone.
I woke up and leant over CK to the far side of the bed to check the spot where my OMD has slept for many years. I stopped half way.
It has been a month now and even my dreams have a Harvey-shaped hole into which I keep stumbling.