Crying in my Sleep

My pillowcase was such a mess and my pillow beneath it so damp, that I had to tumble it in the dryer and wash my case. You see, I’d been crying off-and-on throughout the night and morning while having the same basic dream.

Checking all the doors and windows each night before bed, making certain they are secure is a habit. So is helping our elder dog on to our bed, where he sleeps with us. Last night Yaeger refused to move from his spot on the couch. Since he was comfortable, I left him and went to bed.

Then three-times, maybe four, I dreamed that he had passed away while asleep on the couch. While I was sad that he’d died, I was even more sad that he’d gone while laying alone and without comfort. I couldn’t stop crying and my pillowcase reflected this.

Even now, even after waking, finding him okay, and even after having had my coffee, I cannot wrap my head around why I would dream such a thing. Perhaps, along with getting soft in the noggin, I’m developing a soft ticker, too.

In the end, I’m jus’ glad the old boy is still with us.