I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t sleep particularly well.  To sleep a few hours at a stretch, and to make it through a night only waking three or four times is rare, to say the least, and it’s been this way most of my life.  Add to it that when I do dream, my dreams are usually at best disturbing, and often downright terrifying, and you’ll get the picture that sleeping isn’t usually a pleasant experience.

But then, there was last night.  Well, this morning.

I woke up today, after 7 1/2 hours of uninterrupted sleep.  I don’t even think I rolled over all night.  And while the details escape me, I had to most decadent, sumptuous sexual dreams.  I woke up, turned off my alarm, and rolled over to see that Lorelei had removed her CPAP mask, and was in the process of waking up.  This was good news, seeing as:

1. I was still horny from my dreams
2. I had a pretty strong erection
3. There was some extra time before work

What followed was not the hottest, greatest sex we’ve ever had, but that’s not the point.  I don’t mean to downplay it - sex with Lorelei is always great, and this was no different.  In fact, the point is that it wasn’t amazing.  It was boring.  I had a good night’s sleep, and had unremarkable sex with my partner in the morning.

Boring.  Unremarkable.  Pedestrian.

Wonderful.