I had the most comforting dream a couple nights ago, in that place between sleeping and waking. I was lying in bed and suddenly I felt a presence next to me, as if someone was sitting on the bed beside my legs, and the firm press of a comforting hand on my hips. In the dark, I couldn't see anyone, but I knew it must be Shane, even as my brain tried to think of other possibilities. Bobby? My brother had been staying with us, but he was house-sitting for someone else this week. He wasn't even in the house. An intruder? Likely they'd be more interested in electronics than watching a widow sleep. I had been warned that this kind of dream visit could be fleeting, but it seemed like the minutes stretched on, and I could still feel that warm hand on the other side of the covers. Eventually, I felt the presence get up, walk across the room, and heard my bedroom door open and then shut again. Wishful thinking? Maybe. But comforting, nonetheless.