“I am exhausted,” said Tina as she pushed her plate away and laid her head in her arms on the table.

“You need to sleep, baby,” Bette said as she stood up and pushed her chair in and headed towards the bedroom leaving a confused Tina still sitting at the table.

“You coming,” Bette called as she turned her neck to look towards Tina who was slowly starting to rise from the table.

“Not yet,” Tina said as she walked past a stunned Bette. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go Porter.”

Bette still didn’t move as she watched Tina enter their bedroom and wondered how something so ordinary could make her feel so happy.

As Tina walked into the bedroom, she noticed that there were fresh linens on the bed and two letters; one for Bette, and one for Tina.

The letters could wait. She didn’t have to be to set tomorrow, and all she could think of as she stood at the foot of the bed was how wonderful it was going to feel to finally be in it again.

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 As Bette entered her bedroom what she saw made her smile. There was Tina, lying in their bed, still dressed, on top of the covers, snoring lightly.

“How the hell is she asleep already? We were apart for like a minute and a half,” Bette muttered happily.

She had always been amazed at how quickly Tina could fall asleep. The first night they had made love Bette turned to talk to Tina to be met only by a snore; she couldn’t believe it; she had just had the most amazing sex of her life, and as soon as it was over, Tina fell asleep.

Bette was always envious of Tina’s ability to fall asleep wherever and whenever it pleased her; especially since she had always struggled with sleep her entire life, unable to shut her mind off long enough to relax. Sometimes she would even get so frustrated that when she looked over at Tina, fast asleep not five minutes after they went to bed, that she would wake her up and then pretend she didn’t.

They had quit going to movies long ago despite Tina’s passion for her work because it was such a waste of money; especially if they had gone to dinner first. Apparently the combination of good food and wine was less of an aphrodisiac for Tina and more of a slumber party.