about the way she hogged the pillows, tangled the covers, sprawled over more than her share of the bed, made those cute little noises that we don’t call snoring no matter what it sounds like, and growled at everything and everyone until she had her first cup of coffee. And she didn’t complain about the way I hogged the pillows, tangled the covers, sprawled over more than my share of the bed, made funny noises that woke her up and stopped the minute she was awake, and tended to be overly cheerful in the morning.
