sometimes at night when my husbands sleeping, I talk to him. I’m laying in his arms and I look up at his face like I always did and he looks the same. Like there’s nothing wrong. I whisper that I miss him and wish he would come back the way he was. Sometimes I tell him that I wish he could help me figure out what to do. It makes me feel like this was just a nightmare. Like he’s still the same. Like nothings wrong.