Secrets About My Husband

At night I lay in bed while Mark watches TV or works. Eventually he emerges from downstairs, trying not to wake me. He believes the dim light from the street lamp that illuminates our room, nor the moonlight shining in through the bathroom skylight, are enough for him to see by. He activates his cell phone light and holds the thing up, shining it at the floor, the bed, the wall, until he's safely in bed. He is proud of his ingenious use of the phone. Boy scout. I giggle myself to sleep.