Young men have visions, old men have dreams. – Red Smith
The old man had a dream.
He was well-built, nice head of hair, tall handsome glowing first-born of enormous wealth and a bigger future.
Didn't want to wake up.
In his dream no pain, no noise, peace and silence.
In his dream nothing happened, didn't go nowhere, fine right where he was.
In his dream this moment this moment this moment finally real.
Or not.