"Okay, it's time to sleep," you announce. My eyes flutter open. The TV screen darkens. I had fallen asleep earlier, but now I wipe the sleep from my eyes to watch the same sleepiness cloud yours.
You pull a cotton shirt from your tired torso and over your strong shoulders. Then you step out of your shorts and lay both shirt and shorts on a chair. I think of how those clothes have perfectly captured your scent, and for a brief moment, I envy that chair. It gets to swim in the scent of you for a decadent night. But moments later, you join me under the covers, and I indulge. Your arm finds a place under my pillow, and my head nestles into your chest. With your skin on mine, I sigh with satisfaction.
Now this is how you end a day.