Ah, the bed. So much promise is contained by it when we go to bed each  evening; however, how often is that promise fulfilled? 

Consider my  situation just a while ago. I found that when my wife and I were going  to bed, we’d both do the normal evening toiletry stuff and then we’d  crawl into bed on our own sides, perhaps read for a bit, then turn the  lights off and the evening was over. 

Nice, but not what I’d really call  intimate.