Good Morning

This happened about 16 years ago when I was 17 years old and living in an old Navy housing area in San Diego.

It was early morning, but the sun was up. I was in bed sleeping and a voice calling my name woke me up. At the same time I heard the voice I felt a hand touch the right side of my head ( I was sleeping on my left side, by the way). I'm sure everyone knows about the sound you hear when you cover up one or both of your ears. Everything is muted. That's what I heard, and I could even hear the crinkling of my hair. As I opened my eyes, I saw a man standing across the room by my bedroom door. He was transparent and was a medium shade of gray. The man seemed to be dressed like someone in the 1920's; he was wearing baggy pants, suspenders, regular type baggy shirt, and a small rimmed hat. The second I saw him, he began to glide across the room toward the window and just disappeared. That's the last I ever saw of him.