Last night I woke up in the middle of the night and I was sure that Dave was there with me.  Not like I could feel his presence or anything mystical like that. More like I was dreaming about him being there next to me and when I woke up I didn't know if it was real or a dream.  I guess it was because my feet were cold and I put them over on the side of the bed where he should have been and it woke me up when I realized he wasn't there. I used to put them on him to get them warm in the wintertime.  Probably ought to buy myself some new socks.