But after I’d eaten too much, my eyelids began to droop. I patted my belly. “Oh, carbs activated,” I said. “Coma in four, three, two . . .” He laughed and took my hand. “To bed with you.” We stripped down to our underwear, I set my alarm for far-too-early o’clock, and we crawled into bed. But this time, he pulled me close, his arms tight around me, my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my back, stroked my hair, and I was warm and content, so loved that I slept like the dead.
