
On Friday Night, I Dreamed Of My Husband Standing in a Cemetery — I Woke up to a Call from the Hospital
I dreamt in shades of grey that night. The air was heavy, thick with fog, clinging to my skin like a memory I couldn’t shake. I found myself walking through a cemetery I didn’t recognize, though my feet seemed to know where to go. The crunch of gravel underfoot felt strange, like I was walking on the edge of something important, something I had to understand. Nearby, wind chimes clinked, their sound out of rhythm, like a song lost in the wind. My heart thudded in my chest, louder than