Heath — when my former wife and I first lived together, I was obsessively building a business. 20 hour days were the norm, sleeping atop my inventory of parts, a 2x4 hacked together ladder leading to a futon in my windowless office/garage/workshop/home.
Sleepy Sex was the amazing event of lucid dreaming as our bodies found each other. Coupling in a dance only we knew. The afterglow illuminating this sacred space.
Loved your prose. It’s really cool to recognize each and every event, as though my own.
Thank you. You done good.