The Third Hand

(This is a follow-up post to PILLOW TALK where we learn that my bedmate has mastered the art of responding to me while asleep.)

On a whim, a desperate whim, which may sound like an oxymoron but is not, I thought I’d hold The Bedmate’s sleeping hand. He pulled it away, rolled over saying,  

“Those two are mine. I’m looking for the third one. The Third Hand is yours.”

There are many ways to interpret this response, what a third hand may mean in a partnership of this sort: one of a physical, emotional and practical nature.

You think on it, as I have. 

Unknown

No matter our imaginings, no third hand was produced.

 

 

 

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