A husband and wife were lying awake in pitch darkness in the middle of the night, tense energy filling the bedroom.
“I won’t be able to sleep afterward,” the husband groaned, shifting under the covers.
“Well, I can’t sleep without it,” the wife snapped back.
“Why do you always think of things like this in the middle of the night?”
“Because I’m incredibly hot,” she complained. “If you actually loved me, I wouldn’t have to beg for it.”
The husband sighed loudly. “If you loved me, you’d be more considerate. Let’s just forget about it for tonight.”
The wife turned away and began to sob softly into her pillow. “Boo hoo… you don’t care about my needs at all.”
Defeated, the husband threw off the blanket. “Alright, alright! Fine, I’ll do it.”
“What’s the matter?” she whispered loudly. “Do you need a flashlight?”
“I can’t find it in the dark,” he muttered, fumbling around blindly.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” the wife exasperated, “just feel around for it!”
After a moment of clumsy rustling, a sharp clicking sound echoed through the room. “There!” the husband panted. “Are you happy now?”
“Oh, yes, honey, that feels amazing,” she sighed with immense relief.
“Is it up far enough?” he asked, out of breath.
“Yes, that’s absolutely perfect.”
“Fine,” the husband snapped, climbing back into bed and pulling up the sheets. “Now go to sleep! And from now on, when you want the bedroom window open, open it yourself!”
