I tried to sit up again, yet the world still seemed wobbly as I fell sideways and nearly into my wife Narcissa. Holy shit, that was a dream, right? My mind felt like a bone-dry sponge and the headache was rapidly moving into migraine status. I looked down and saw myself dressed in pajamas, and tried to recollect the night before and how I wound up in my wife's bed. She got off of the bed and sipped her morning coffee as she picked out which teaching robes she'd wear today.