Even when we don’t have other people living with us Jerry and I spend a lot of time in the privacy of our bedroom. That’s where our computers are. That’s where we live. It’s command central.
We eat some of our meals here, too. When I’m lazy, which is more often than not, Jerry brings up breakfast or lunch on a tray or snacks—cereal, sandwiches, crackers—and we eat in bed.
One morning Jerry woke out of a dream that ants were crawling on his face into the reality that—ants were crawling on his face.
I don’t think a morning has gone by since then when I have not awakened to the tickle of imaginary ants somewhere on me.