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you go to school or work or church, and everyone is wearing clothes, but in the dream, you suddenly realize that you have forgotten to put your clothes on that morning. You wake up in a panic.

“Just get under the sheet!” I whispered commandingly. “It’s going to be fine!”

He lunged under the sheet of his table like he was sliding into home plate, all the while mumbling about being buck naked.

A minute later, the massage therapists re-entered the room, and once the rubbing started, everything was perfectly professional. Neither got close to our most private areas, so it didn’t even matter that one of us was 100% nude and the other wasn’t. Our therapists were wonderful, and both of us ended up enjoying the experience immensely.

Looking back, I can’t help but laugh at how we worked ourselves into such a tizzy over something that turned out to be so pleasant and relaxing. I suppose that’s what happens when a couple of small-town folks try to get all fancy. But you know what? After 35 years together, it’s these moments of shared awkwardness and adventure that we will remember until death does us part.