Fact of our marriage:
Every night, I climb into a cold bed.
Literally, not figuratively.
(Our marriage has not grown cold.)
It's my life as an educator, really.
Early morning alarms usually mean early-ish bedtimes.
Husband gets to enjoy 9p TV shows.
I get ready for bed during the commercials.
If I'm being responsible, I turn my lights out at 930p.
If I'm feeling rebellious, I watch the rest of the show in bed, in the dark.
Falling asleep before he finishes chores and comes to bed.
Falling asleep between the cold sheets.
The sheets that are warmed by my body heat, by the time he lies down.
Every night, my husband climbs into a warm bed.