For parts of last night I don’t know if I was asleep or awake, or some bizarre mixture of the two. I remember starting to fall asleep on the couch and then, bleary-eyed and half asleep, working my way upstairs to bed. I remember getting under the covers, but I don’t remember turning off the light, so Wendy must have done it. I remember Wendy getting into bed shortly after I did, I remember I felt her weight on the mattress and heard her breathing. The room was dark and a little chilly, with a hint of autumn starting to creep into the air at night, and I pulled the blankets around me a little tighter. I remember a sound, too – it sounded like whispers, like multiple people whispering in a small room; it could have been insects chirruping outside, but I didn’t think it could be that because the windows were closed; I had checked because it was chilly.