In half-sleep I raised my head, feeling with a startle that I was alone and looked over and relaxed. Mr. T was still on the other pillow, his gold chains hanging over the side of his neck. Later in the night I woke again, to a sound. Looked over, Mr. T was still there snoring peacefully. I relaxed "back" to sleep. Dawn light and I heard a noise I rolled over, alone in bed. Where could he be? My mind "placed" where I was, where he was. Mr. T was up making coffee at the coffee maker and I drowsed "back" to sleep. On waking, for sure, pretty sure, this time, like Mary marvelling at the things said.