I didn’t sleep well last night.
I woke often and carefully tugged at the covers to gain a bit more for myself but didn’t want to disturb my husband sleeping soundly next to me.
I cuddled up against him, trying to absorb some of his body heat to chase away the early morning chill that hung in the air. As I rolled over I could feel the pressure of his legs leaning into mine as he sidled up next to me.
Even as I enjoyed the closeness I felt as if something was wrong. Like we had gone to bed before resolving an argument or that I was forgetting something important.
This feeling lasted throughout the night and infiltrated my dreams.
I didn’t sleep well last night but for some reason I didn’t want to wake up.
Didn’t want to open my eyes.
… and then I did.
Brain foggy with sleep I rolled over and saw one of my cats sound asleep cuddled up next to me, hogging the covers.
It was only then that I remembered.
I’m not married anymore.
I haven’t slept or cuddled with that man, any man, for a very long time.
I don’t know how it happened but last night I forgot I was divorced and mistook the cuddling of my a cat for the warmth and love of a husband.
Oh well, it could have been worse.
At least I had the cat.