For months, she and I slept together in a twin bed. Yes, it was a trifle crowded, but that was okay--we were in love, we wanted to be close. What's a little sweat between lovers? It always bothered her that during the night, after we'd fallen asleep in the coital afterglow, somehow we would manage--without waking one another--to twist ourselves so that our backs were to each other, as though unconscious of our waking desires, we desired to turn away from the other. Maybe it was just me.