A Misunderstanding

Daneel didn't know how long he slept. All he was aware of that his dreams once again veered towards his fondest memories, and the pangs of loss that accompanied them.

This time, whether by coincidence or fate, he found himself dreaming of the intimate moments he had shared with both of his wives. They were some of the most blissful memories of his past, made up of nothing but pure joy, standing at the highest peak of happiness that he had ever known.

Even during the dream, he was aware of the fact that he was going to be mooning over them long after he woke up. But towards the end, just when he started to get aware of consciousness returning to him… something felt off.