I love my bed. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or is it abstinence? Well one of those sure did the trick cause it felt so nice to be back snuggling up with Tracey.
"Don't touch me," she cooed back.
"You know, I struggle to sleep without you beside me," I told her. "It takes me back to when I was a single dad and its kind of lonely. How'd you do?" At first I thought she must have fallen asleep but then there sort of an apologetic little cough followed by an awkward silence. "You did miss me, right?"
I must confess I do have a habit of doing strange things in bed. Not 'illegal in some countries' strange, just odd. Recently while I was asleep one of my hands apparently reached out at about 2am and tapped Tracey on the forehead. Twice.