Ah, the bed. So much promise is contained by it when we go to bed each evening; however, how often is that promise fulfilled?
Consider my situation just a while ago. I found that when my wife and I were going to bed, we’d both do the normal evening toiletry stuff and then we’d crawl into bed on our own sides, perhaps read for a bit, then turn the lights off and the evening was over.
Nice, but not what I’d really call intimate.