So strange. The last time I spoke with or saw my husband was three days ago. He looks as if he's sleeping. I don't know what I was expecting, but he looks real and for an instant my heart stops with the shock.

"Let's get out of here," I whisper. As if we were at a boring movie, or a party and saw that look in each other's eyes. Then I said a prayer, knowing it could not possibly be answered yet I had the need to put God's back up against the wall.

I hear voices behind me. People coming in. I get up and put my hand on his.