Yesterday morning as M and I were getting ready for work together, I mentioned as I straightened the bed, "We made a tangled mess of the bed-covers last night."

"Yes," he said, "I've been thinking we need to wash them anyway. They're getting a little bit gamy."

"Maybe your side is gamy -- my side is still flowery fresh."

"Well I'm a big sweaty boy."

"Exactly, and I'm small and delicate."

"Your side smells like unicorns and rainbows."

I nodded, satisfied. Then paused. "Actually I don't know what a unicorn smells like."

"It smells like your bed."