Last night you went to bed before I did. When I dragged myself up the stairs a half hour later, you were already asleep. I tried to be as quiet as I could getting ready for bed, and slipped under the covers. Except, as you often do, you had rolled over so that the covers did not cover my right side.
I thought for a moment about how to get some more covers without waking you. Then I thought about how it would be if I had the covers all to myself.
And I said a prayer thanking God for you, and went to sleep.