I sat up in bed with a start, my slumber rudely interrupted by a most frightening dream.
“What’s wrong?” my wife asked, now awake.
“I just dreamt you were buried alive,” I sighed, still regaining my senses while trying to calm myself down.
My wife laughed softly before she replied, “Thank God it was only a dream.”
“Yeah,” I sighed again, “I gotta try not to have that dream again.”
Then I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths before finally feeling my body slowly return to its relaxed state.
Suddenly my calm was shattered by a frightening thought.
My wife’s funeral was this morning.