Infidelity

“I had a dream I cheated on you,” I say.

“Oh?” he says, turning over to look at me in bed. He is an even-keeled human, and I am not. Independent clauses that would throw me into a panic don’t seem to perturb him.

“With a tennis ball,” I explain. “I can’t remember the mechanics of the transgression.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be mad,” he says, pausing, “but I certainly would have questions.”

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