My wife’s no vegetarian
When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness. You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I’ve pulled back the thin, white cotton drape that surrounds us. I’m motionless now and facing out into the room. You follow my gaze and discern indistinct shapes on the other side of the lattice screen dividing the two beds. You rub your eyes and, as they become accustomed to the light, you can gradually make out more recognizable outlines on the other bed. Two people. …