Pillow talk

I’m staring at the ceiling, exhausted and satisfied, and I see her roll to her side to look at me.

“What’cha thinking about?” she says to me.

“Nothing…” I say.

“Come on, what are you thinking about?” she playfully presses.
“Nothing, really,” I say.

“No, tell me what you’re thinking about,” she insists.

So I do.  “What’s sand for?”*

She rolls back over and doesn’t say anything the rest of the night.

-rf

*Line taken from the “City Limits” episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000.

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