I heard my name.

    Yes, I did and No, I'm not crazy, yet anyway.  Last night was a rough sleeping night, as usual, for several reasons. I woke in the very early morning, but the house was too chilly for me to get on the computer, as I've been turning  the heat off at night to lessen the effects of toxic fumes. I went back to bed, under the warm covers, and soon heard the garbage truck pick up the trash, one muffled thud followed by  another, probably around 5 a.m.
     I recognized the sounds and was on my way back to sleep when I heard another thud. I knew the weather was projected to turn windy, so I figured the garbage can had blown  backward into  the driveway, as it has done before, since  the driveway is slightly slanted where it joins the road.
   Okay, I thought but  a short time later, I heard another louder thud. I had the thought that maybe the can had blown into the road and had been hit by passing cars. I got up again and tried to see if that was the case, but it was too dark to see, and it was rainy.  I waited a while and heard other cars passing by so that was reassuring enough for me to go back to bed again.
     I was in bed for what I think was only a few minutes when I heard, clear as could be, my name. The voice was Dave's and the tone was familiar, from before. He wasn't calling my name begging or demanding that I help him in some way. The tone was calm, with a slight questioning quality, like when he would come home, and just call my name to see where I was. I heard him and called out "What?' loud enough for him to hear me anywhere in this small house. But there was no answer.