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.