Did He Or Didn't He??

Well, here I am in lovely Parrish, Florida.  It is sunny, but not quite warm enough.  However, that is not the point of this post.  In the nine months since Mike died, I have not had a dream about him, nor have I thought there was any indication of a visit from "beyond", that is, until last Thursday.  Sound asleep, I dreamed I was in bed with Mike.  I rolled over onto my side away from him because he was asleep.  Later, I felt his arm rub my back as he kissed the back of my neck and said "I owe you an apology".  It was so real, and I felt the kiss and the chill down my spine from the kiss, that I immediately woke up (at 4:45 a.m.) and stayed awake for the rest of the morning.  So, I don't know - was it a dream - or was it a visit.  Either one is okay because it put me in touch with the best of him. And, I have to say, whatever it was, it was definitely a lovely reminder of how good it felt to have him that close to me.  What lovely tricks nature plays on us.  Just had to share this with you all.  Thanks for reading.  Ricci