Why did there have to be 15 pillows on the bed? This is a question that has haunted man since the first cave bed had dozens of stones littering the headboard (was it called a head-stone, then?).
After removing the plethora of pillows, MLB and I pulled back the comforter. So fluffy, with a satin cover and down-filled pockets. The color was a light charcoal, with a hint of cream subtly woven through the top piece.
We liked luxury and the feel of a great material against the skin.
Layered beneath the comforter, was a smooth-as-butter 1,000 thread count, single ply sheet in a romantic shade of smoky quartz.
But it didn’t stop there.
Sheet number two was nestled next. What was happening? How many sheets does one need on a bed, I thought. But what a splendid taupe color it was.
Coordinated perfectly with the comforter and the top sheet, this was one of MLB’s nicest color groupings in the entire house. Had I been married to Martha Stewart all along?
I was feeling anxious. Ready to quench the burning desire that we both felt.
I ripped back the taupe sheet, and,
No, it couldn’t be. There was another sheet. In a platinum, this cotton layer was shimmery and slick to the touch, but quite comfortable.
The alarm clock droned in the background. I shook the cobwebs and realized I had been dreaming.
“Cate, I had the craziest dream.”
I described the bedding, the colors, and the sexual tension of the dream to her.
She interrupted me, “You just experienced Fifteen shades of grey.”
Well, what do you have to say about that? hehe