persists. She continues to bring ice cubes
to bed with her. I tell her I think it's not healthy
. I explain the disadvantages. She refuses to talk about it. Everynight, whether we are turning out the lights
together or separately, there they are. Cold and sharp, down at the foot of the bed
. I roll over
, but they seem to follow me-pressing against my legs or my back. I pull away and wrap the blanket around myself but still, there they are.
Some day that woman will wear socks to bed, I swear.