posted on Nov, 24 2007 @ 03:36 PM
Hope you don't mind a loving renditon of personal experience :
Every night, I wake my beloved up for his third shift. Coffee has been loving brewed in the kitchen, dinner awaits, and as I gently coax him from his
slumber he rolls over, looks me deeply in the eyes, smiles, and breaks wind with a loud, triumphant blast heralding his return to the waking world.
Every night. Like clockwork.
The house would be so empty without him.