To sleep, perchance to dream...

Most mornings, I sleep right through The Husband's 4am alarm.
Sometimes, I don't even know he's gotten up for work until I hear his car door slam.

But every once in a while, I get up and sit with him while he drinks his coffee and reads the paper.
He likes it when I do this, but he feels bad that I'm losing sleep.
I tell him I could lie awake in bed and listen to him getting ready for work, or I can get up and enjoy his company for the few minutes he's still home.
On these mornings, he will ask me later if I was able to fall back asleep.  The answer is either yes or no, right?

This morning, I had a different answer.
"I'm not sure I was sleeping, but it didn't cross my mind that I was awake."