Bedtime Story
My boyfriend Jack and I have a game we like to play when we go to bed—not every time, but pretty often. Most nights, I go to bed a little while before Jack does—he usually likes to watch the 11 o’clock news, and I like to spend a little time reading in bed. So I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and all that, put on whatever I’m sleeping in—which depends on what time of year it is—and get under the covers. When the news is over, Jack gets ready for bed. He comes into the bedroom in the boxer shorts he’s worn that day—that’s what he sleeps in all year. And he sits down on my side of the bed and I lower whatever book or magazine I’m reading and look at him and he gives me a half-smile and says, “Do you want to hear a bedtime story?”
And I almost always smile back and put
