I slept last night like I haven't for quite a while. Deep, and dreaming, and still. I woke a few times, but not the kind of restless waking that leads to hours of staring into the darkness while my mind whirs busily through its business of nothings. Not the kind of wakings that happen when one is perhaps not alone in their bed but is beside someone they trust completely. The kind of waking that usually is followed by nestling closer to that someone before sighing contentedly and falling back into the welcome weirdness of sleep and the resting mind.
No one was with me.
Well, not no one. There were the usual cats, and later the usual Sprout.
I don't know what phantom was there in my room last night, but I felt as if they...he...was watching over me. It felt like there was an arm around me, and a kind voice telling me all was well. I couldn't have fretted if I wanted to, with this being there.
Whoever he was, wherever he came from, I'm grateful, and he's welcome to return at will. Sleep like that is to be treasured.