Wake Up

I had a dream that I was sitting on a sofa with him. I was cooking in the kitchen, wandering around a house, sleeping in a bed. He was there and it was silent. There were sounds of daily life and existence but no words were exchanged. No touch. No looks. Then I realized I must still be married. I thought I had moved on but there I was–still stuck. I could not breathe and I woke up disoriented, disappointed, and frightened. After a few moments, clarity prevailed and I was safe. And wide awake. And relieved. And alone. And happy. And sad.