Variety is the Spice of Life
My sweetie, who has been suffering a sore throat for a couple of days, gets out of bed, heads to the bathroom, returns. I check the clock - it's a full half hour after his usual wake time. He returns. I am still snuggled deep under the comforter, eyes closed, savouring the last three minutes of languor. I call to him from my cocoon. "You staying home today?" My eyes fly open when Lou Rawls answers. "Oh, yeah, I think so." I roll over to face him. "Come over here. I want to make out with a big black man." I close my eyes.