In grief group on Friday, in a casual moment, I told my clients that sometimes my husband laughs in his sleep so exuberantly that his laughing wakes us both up—that I am awakened by his laughter and laugh at him laughing until we’re both laughing hysterically, half-asleep, at a dream neither of us can remember in the small hours of the morning, in the stillness and the dark.
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In grief group on Friday, in a casual moment, I told my clients that sometimes my husband laughs in his sleep so exuberantly that his laughing wakes us both up—that I am awakened by his laughter and laugh at him laughing until we’re both laughing hysterically, half-asleep, at a dream neither of us can remember in the small hours of the morning, in the stillness and the dark.