Restless night

I
fell asleep before he shut off his light. 
I had a restless night, tossing and turning.  When I woke early in the morning I noticed he
was in between the bedspread and the sheets, still in his sweats.  I guess he really was afraid I might rape
him.  I got out of bed and filled the
coffee pot in the room, banging around intentionally.--Lisa Loomis (Casanova Cowboy--a novel) Available on Amazon