Now, those nocturnal noises are part of the white noise. They cover up the sounds that the house and three roaming cats make. He is the warmth. My heart-racing, eyes wide awake, senses tingling dreams have all but ended. He takes my hand and tugs me back to reality, and I fall back asleep mumbling apologies for having woken him. He doesn't need to mention them in the morning.
Again, I marvel at the changes in my life in such a short period of time. Practically a life time, at least 30 years of bad dreams, almost obliterated in a year. Only the strength of his love could do that.