I’m a long way from believing in the soul. Which makes this story even more odd.

I wake up around 4:00 am like it’s an addiction. This morning – I’m sure I was still asleep – I woke to my wife calling me. Her voice was a silky, smoky breath that hung in the air. I sat up a bit and looked at her: she was sleeping like a piece of granite.

But in my sleep – in my dream? – I was sure that her soul was calling mine. I reached out to feel her breath and felt better when I felt her warm, wet exhalation. I thought she might be calling me for a reason. I jumped out of bed and ran to check on our two girls. They were fine and asleep. It was 4 o’clock after all, when most normal people are asleep.

That’s it. I felt the girl’s foreheads and was sure I was making it up. Time for a cuppa coffee.

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