Peoplefolk, the sheer amount of time I spend curled up against a partner’s side in bed wishing the entire world away while they patiently amuse themselves with a book or mobile device…
If I could instantly generate and then crawl into a bed every time I was just done with the world, I’d be spending a lot of time holding up traffic in intersections, that’s for sure.
That’s it! I can’t do this anymore. I’m going to bed.
Want me to take you home?
What are you doing?
You can’t be serious.
We can go home. It’s only a half hour…
Fine. Scoot over.