Around 7 a.m., I started to get that relaxed feeling like I could get some real sleep, but of course at that point it was too late. The sun was up, people were moving around (even on a Saturday), and trying to sleep would be continuing a battle that was long lost. Mike was awake, but he hadn’t moved yet, either. I lifted my head and found him looking at me.
“I didn’t want to scare you with my lightning speed when I leap from this chair,” he said, still not moving.
I sat up and rolled my shoulders. “I’ll help you up if I can have the first shower.”
“Deal.”
I rose and stretched my arms overhead with a jaw-cracking yawn. Then I stood off-center of the recliner (out of the footrest folding zone) and braced myself. Mike took my hand with a JD-like twinkle in his eye. For a moment I thought
