Jon

As I lay asleep this morning, I dreamed that I was about to have relations with a person—a reader of this journal, in fact—other than my beloved wife Lauren, while another person—also a reader of this journal, in fact—looked on with mild interest. But reality intruded just as things in dreamland were about to get hot 'n' heavy, when the aforementioned beloved wife Lauren opened the bedroom door, letting the cheerfully noisy small person bound into our bedroom and wake me up.

I opened my eyes, lifted my head, and then blinked. Turning to Lauren, I said, "You got here just in time."