Angel spec?

Three weeks ago, maybe four–lying in bed and inbetween sleep and reality…
what spectral being descended thru the oblivion of my mind: folding golden flowing forms growing closer, close enough to encounter, a rumination or revelation? Was this the visit I’d been praying for?
Yesterday morning in the broken dawn, I heard my name, startled awake, seeked out my wife: she said she said nothing. Not so uncommon, but this time causing pause. Who/what/why…