I don't remember having a dream and I don't remember what it was about.  I opened my eyes and Cam was next to me, talking, trying to wake me up.  

"Hey," he said.  "It's okay. You're okay.  You're safe now."

Here's something: There was a clear few seconds between his saying that and my remembering where I was, who I was, and what it was all about; and that was the sweetest time I've ever had.  I knew he was telling the truth, and I could just feel safe without knowing what, exactly, I was safe from.  Just for a minute, I got to not be the person all that happened to.

"Are you all right?" Cam asked.

I nodded, wishing I could have stayed there in that safe place.  Did I make any noise?

"Only to me," he said.  "Don't worry."

It was a night he'd actually let me have the couch, and he wanted to trade, to make me feel better. I wouldn't, though.  Bad enough I'd woken him up.

I'm going to start sleeping during the day for a while.