These feet, although sock covered, still get ice cold under the sheets. They could use another’s pair to keep warm. The tiny wire hooks found at the top of the zipper’s length, it calls for more than ten fumbling fingers. That dream that makes me whimper at midnight, it’s soothed into a peaceful rest by the gentlest, almost unperceivable touch. And that itch on the weird spot in my middle back, not quite the upper section…it needs a foreign hand for a satisfying scratch. I could use a hand. Or foot. What are you doing the rest of your life?