So this. Last night I sang in my sleep. It woke me up almost at the same time it woke him.
Jen, he said, nudging me to the surface. You’re singing.
It was a terrible dream. Plotless and physical. The wordless tune pulled from my viscera like a meat hook. It was more a compulsion, an expulsion. I woke singing and shaking. But according to him it was on key. And quite melodic.