I had the same dream again. Almost exactly. I even woke up at the same times. Only this time, after waking up at 2 am and staring into empty doorway, I swear for a brief moment I could make out what looked like a face before it receded into the darkness. I don’t know how to describe it. It looked like no one and everyone at the same time. Just a shadowy, nondescript visage.
Then at 5, after again feeling it lie next to me, I turned over to check, and saw light indentations on the other pillow and in my sheets, as if someone had been there.
It’s got to be all in my head. My brain giving meaning to otherwise unremarkable things.
I ran my hands over the linens to flatten them out, closed my eyes, and tried to go back to sleep. It feels closer than ever.