by Paul Beckman
Mirsky and Elaine stood in the doorway waving goodbye to the last of their guests. They went back inside, closed the door and both leaned against it with Elaine also leaning against Mirsky and he with his arm around her shoulder.
As they stared at the mess one thought loving thoughts of late night sex and the other thought of sleep and only of sleep.
One of them got their wish while the other finally got out of bed and began cleaning up.