A woman spoke my name tonight while I was sleeping, and I awoke immediately. It was a familiar voice, though I could not discern who it was. It was not an urgent voice. It was very calm, more like the voice you would use to ask if someone you knew was awake.
She used my family nickname, and spoke it once, but when I woke, there was no one there. My room was unusually quiet with just the soft breathing of Linda in her bed. It was not Linda’s voice.
I desired so much to speak with her, I feel that I let her down by sleeping.
My soul is so disturbed.