Wife is slipping into something a little bit more flannel. Husband is brushing teeth in his undies. Bed is turned down, piled high with winter blankets, and husband falls in yawning like a bear before hibernation:loud and frightening. Wife shuffles to doorway and flicks light switch. Bedroom plunged into darkness. Husband groans affectionately: darkness is nectar of gods. Wife shuffles to bedside table. Switches on lamp. Husband morphs into cursing behemoth. Wife lies down with book in hand.
Husband: Seriously?! You're reading in bed? TONIGHT?
Husband: You can't be serious. I'm exhausted. The light is so bright and I'm EX. HAUS. TED. Please, please, please don't read tonight....
Wife: But...you always fall asleep within like four seconds -- even with the lamp on -- and then I'm left trying to wind down. I have to turn off the voices in my head, and reading is how I do that! What if I only read for a few minutes?
Husband: You're killing me.
Husband: I'm dead.
Wife:...then you won't mind the lamp...?
Bedtime at Heavenly House, Act 2
Wife is slipping into husband's old sweats. Husband is flossing teeth in his undies. Bedside lamps are on, blankets are thick and cozy. Husband shuffles to bed and falls in, groaning like a moose: loud and frightening. Wife shuffles to bedside and smiles at husband before crawling under covers. Husband and wife pick up books.
Wife: You seem to like the book, huh?
Husband: Yeah. I stayed up past midnight last night, and I've been excited to read it all day.
Husband: I would have forgotten all about it if you hadn't dug it out of the packing boxes in the garage. What made you think about it?
Wife: Oh, I don't know exactly...
Husband: Okay, whatever; shhhhh. I wanna read. G'night.
Wife: humming James Bond theme music....