Ed finds that after sex his wife likes to curl into his side, her legs over his, and fall asleep. Ed loves that. She’s soft, warm, completely trusting. When they've made love in the morning, the sun filters through the curtains and spreads gold over her back.
Trouble is she’s sleeping for longer and longer.
“Suze? That’s seven hours now, hon. Maybe…”
Ed hates to disturb her, but his legs go to sleep too.
And he needs the john.
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