A Theme Song That Never Gets Old
We keep a bear above our bed. We like it up there, mounted in attack stance—shoulders hunched, claws raised, eyes satanic, lips folded back revealing black gums and teeth. What teeth! Julie and I are startled by those teeth every night of our lives, and we’ve been under the bear for going on eight years now. Gurgle goes the mouthwash, soap on our faces, flush the toilet, and crawl under the covers. A kiss on the tip of each other’s nose, lie back and look up at the bear hanging above our bed. Scream a little, then sleep eventually.