I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. My bed was unmade, as any single man's bed would be, but I was grateful that I had changed the sheets a couple of days ago, and they were still unsoiled. I turned to face her, kissed her softly, and said, "Can I get you anything?" She shook her head silently. "Okay. I'll be right back. She nodded and turned to move for the bed as I exited to the hall. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a small glass of water from the filter by the light spilling in from the living room, then went to extinguish the light. I went to urinate, then took my nightly dose of him with the water from the kitchen before flicking off the light and moving to the bedroom. She was already curled up under the sheets when I entered, and I saw that she'd turned on the lamp on the nightstand, so I tapped the off switch for the overhead, and joined her in bed. Like everything else in my home, the bed was only as big as I needed it to be; full sized. I was touching her before I even pulled the sheets up to my chest. She was facing away, so I curled up behind her, reached past her to turn off the lamp, and settled with my arm around her. My face was nestled neatly at the back of her neck, my already sleeping manhood nestled in the part in her bum.