So for the past four days, I've been reading Earth Abides, the utterly gripping 1949 post-apocalpytic novel by George R. Stewart each night before I fall asleep. And every night the same thing happens. At some point I wake up enough to look at my good lady wife sleeping next to me and think, "oh thank GOD! Another human! I'm not alone any more!" And thus relieved of my horrific solitude, I drift back off to sleep.
And a few hours later, at daybreak, to the familiar sounds of my boy's always frantic first thing in the morning ablutions in the kids' bathroom, I wake just enough to turn and make sure she's still there. And then I think, "oh...it was just a dream." And then I gaze at her a second longer and I think a tiny bit more and realize, "oh, wait...no, it wasn't."