Cough cough

I don't know what happens to me. I get sick and then I look at the bed and I want it all. In a perfect world Brent would dress in a loincloth(Tarzan or Green style robe works for me) and just flex while I slept and recuperated from my sickness. That way he would be something nice to look at, comforting that he was close, but I'd get the WHOLE bed to myself. This is my dream world. This might also be the high on cold meds Sheena talking. Even medicated I sometimes am glad Brent doesn't read my blog-he might be mortified sometimes. Haha.