Mmmm… stay.” Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.

Smiling, Vixen sat up and kneeled at the edge of the mattress. “Mmmm… I missed you.” She said, and grabbed me by the waist band, and pulled me on top of her.

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

I'm worried because they said I couldn't sleep in the same bed as my son. I feel like they feel I'm going to hurt him or molest him or something.

He went to bed and slept the sleep of the good-for-nothing which, by an anachronism not a single songwriter has yet struck, is proven to be more sound than that of innocence

To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.