A few nights ago my husband went to LA to see a band play. According to the flyer for the event the band was going on at 8:45pm.
Quick background, this man gets up EARLY. Normally he is up at 4:30 latest 5am and then out of the office by 5:15.
I had a very foggy memory of him coming in around 1am I think, sort of, maybe. I did remember his alarm going off at 4:30 for sure.
Like every weekday my alarm went off at 5:30. I lay there for a moment and looked around. For the life of me I had no recollection of him getting up and going to work but clearly, he was gone. The clock said 5:30, I used my phone flashlight and saw that the bathroom door stood open, the room was empty, and the light was off. I got up and went out into the family room. Dark. He normally leaves that light on when he leaves. So I went into the kitchen. The light was on just as I had left it the night before. All of a sudden I was worried. Had he come home? Had I only dreamt it? What if something really bad had happened and there I was the jack-hole who slept through this tragic event totally unaware?
After a moment I shook myself out of it, made a cup of coffee, and went back to my bathroom to shower.
As I turned on the light in the bathroom a voice behind me said "What did you say?" my heart stopped and then managed to lodge itself in my throat.
I turned around.
There he was, asleep on his side of the bed! I guess I forgot to look there.