Absolutely. Here’s a shortened version of your story that keeps the emotion and meaning intact:
I dreamt in grey that night—fog thick, the air still. I walked through a cemetery I didn’t know, but somehow my feet did. Then I saw him—Wyatt. My husband. Silent, by a grave I couldn’t read. He lifted a hand, slow and deliberate.
“Wyatt?” I called.
But before he could speak, the ringing started.
I jolted awake. Wyatt wasn’t in bed. The sheets were still cold. A call from an unknown number.
“Ma’am,” said a woman’s cold, clipped voice. “I’m sorry to inform you—”
She hung up before finishing. I shook, unsure if I was still dreaming. Got up for water.
Then I saw him. Floating in the pool.
I screamed.
Everything blurred. I dragged his body out, skin ice cold, lips blue. I called 911 and started compressions. Desperate. Begging. Until—
A gasp.
He coughed, water pouring from his mouth. The sirens arrived. Wyatt was alive.
At the hospital, I sat shivering in a waiting room. A doctor said, “You saved him. But he has a serious heart condition.”
Relief battled shock. Then I heard a voice. Familiar. The same voice from the call.
“You called me earlier,” I said to the nurse.
“I didn’t make any calls,” she replied, confused. “I’ve been here all night.”
What had warned me? Pulled me from that dream?
Later, a therapist listened. I told her everything. She didn’t question it.
“Sometimes,” she said, “love knows before you do.”
When I saw Wyatt again, he opened his eyes. “I remember,” he said. “It felt like I was being pulled away. Then I saw you… crying. I couldn’t leave you.”
I sobbed. I held his hand tighter.
Later, alone, I broke. Let every tear come. I remembered something he once said:
“If I die first, you better not meet anyone else. I’ll haunt you. You’d have to save me.”
Maybe… that’s what happened.
Maybe love is loud enough to scream across worlds.
Now, Wyatt sleeps beside me. Alive. Breathing. And I believe—something saved us.
I can’t call it anything else.
Let me know if you want it even shorter, or want it formatted for social media, voiceover, or something else.
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