My wife was grinning in her sleep, so I tickled her awake.
She said, “I wish you hadn’t woken me. That was a lovely dream.”
I kissed her. “Wouldn’t you rather do it for real?”
“Not really. We haven’t got a swimming pool. I’d scandalize the neighbours. You’d divorce me. And where would we find a rugby team at 7am?”
Published in Chat © Sheila Crosby