Let me Think: there's a WOMAN near me
My mind's not what you'd call sharp, when I crawl out of bed to stagger to the bathroom at one in the morning. It's slightly sharper by the time I stagger back to the bedroom. This is never entirely dark, since the drapes on the two windows are thin and very translucent, and besides the normal moonlight and starlight, two streetlights are nearby...so I can see a bit.
That's when it came to me: there's someone else here. Oh, look! There's a lady in the bed!
This certainly warranted some mental effort. As the 'wheels and gears' – or whatever are my cranial biological equivalents -- related to analysis, memory, and judgment – came back 'online', I realized the figure in the bed was familiar. In fact, she's there all night, every night. What a pleasant thought!
It's Sandra, my wife. At the end of the day – where she is also present more-or-less all the time – we start to yawn and rub our eyes and slow down and talk less and less. Finally, one of us says to the other, “Can we go to bed now?” The other invariably says “Yeah, let's.” I nearly always get into bed first, carefully placing myself under the covers on her side of the bed. This is because she requires me to warm it up for her. Once she comes in, I move over, and from then on, we warm up each other.
In my more cogent and lustful awake periods, I tell myself that I cleverly made this arrangement, entirely on my own initiative, in order to get the benefit not only of all her abilities and services during the daytime -- such as keeping the house nice and cooking great meals for us -- but also for her to be available at night so I can Have My Way With Her.
When circumstances start to take off the sharp edge off my intellect, however, a little voice inside suggests that actually she made the arrangement on her own initiative, in order to obtain my valuable services during the daytime, such as fixing things up around the house, and handling the annoying but essential household 'Ship of State' financial and accounting matters… and mainly being available at night so she can Have Her Way With Me.
In any case, I myself am by now as well-trained is any Pavlovian dog. When I get back into bed, and snuggle up with her, my mind and body work together to say “You're right where you ought to be, right next to Sandy in bed, and all is as it should be… that means you must be asleep.” And I'm asleep!
And that's the end of this story for now. These arrangements are everything I've ever wanted, and I'm going to get back to being with everything just as it should be...Good Night!
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