Pillow talk is not usually galvanizing. Typically it’s sweet small talk; how much I love the scent of her hair ( even if it does itch a bit). She might mention how she loves my rubbing her back ( but please trim your nails tomorrow). Or it’s a soft kiss ( how sweet, but can you shave in the morning?). She stretches, and a cold set of popsicle toes endearingly rubs against my calf.
The nightly tug of war for the covers begins as we doze, Each sleepily tugging and rolling for the convenient advantage. Just asleep enough that normal whit is not involved, just sleepy intent to locate the perfect covering and positioning while being able to reach out for the security that comes with love.