Dear Wyatt,

I never told you thanks for letting me share your little slice of the bed the other night after I had that terrible dream about that tall, headless man in a black leather jacket. Thanks for getting up and walking around to my side of the bed and checking between the wall and the bed to be sure no one was over there. I am so glad that I have you at my disposal anytime I need warmth or protection at night. You are the man of my dreams (well, not really this particular dream, but you know what I mean).

I love you,

Lois