Going into our bedroom is the worst, and I avoid it for as long as I can put it off. Not because of memories of lovemaking, but because of sleeping beside one another, which I have known for some time, is the ultimate pleasure of being committed to another human being.
Waking throughout the night and watching you sleep, feeling you stir as morning approaches, meeting in bed to read over one another's shoulder.
With apologies to Anne Sexton: "The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces."
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