Conditions of exile on a pillow top Simmons

The Wife sent me this seemingly inappropriate dialogue that took place between us at about 5am.

Last night in bed:

Load--“Stop touching me.”
The Wife -- “I am your wife.”
Load --“What is that you are touching me with??”
The Wife --“My arm.”
Load -- “Well, it’s sticky….”
The Wife -- “I’m not sticky, maybe it is you that is sticky.”
Load -- “Maybe. Just stop touching me.”
The Wife -- “Fine.”