Monday night I dreamed about crying.

In my dream I woke up in bed to notice Janiene was in bed, awake, and trying to figure out what it was that she ate that was making her stomach upset. She settled on "Impossible meat stew".

I remember saying, "I dreamed you were already gone..." (meaning, already dead). Then I put my head on her shoulder and started crying, both from relief and because the knowledge of her death being not very distant.

I woke up in bed, alone, nine months after she'd passed away, and I almost wept.