I was sleeping early this morning when he held me for a few minutes before he got up to get ready for work. I imagined he was someone else, I was in a light sleep. I rubbed his arms and held him back...but it was some one else. I feel guilty about this. He told me he loved me and that's what woke me up and made me realize where I was and who I was with. This has to be unhealthy...my desperate longing for love and affection.