I wants to keeps it in me bog

Satu and I have some typical night time rituals now that we have been married officially for over a year. I like to go to bed early because I get up early. If I am going to have a panic attack that night, it will usually start right about the time that she is ready to try to sleep. Just as she closes her eyes, mine will open wide as I try to breathe all of the air out of the room.
Satu is a saint. Even after a couple of years of this, she still offers me a comforting hand and a few calming words before pulling down her batman mask without the eye holes.
Luckily, the bad nights like those are becoming more rare as we are figuring out life in Ohio and I have decided to never, ever take another class or do homework of any kind.
Usually, our night time rituals are calming. I fall asleep after the kitty has had enough pats and scratches and starts attacking Satu's feet.  In this state, I am still awake, but totally useless. Satu says that I sometimes talk, sometimes snuggle and sometimes fight the VC, I was in this state when I reached over to pat my wife gently on the cheek, but she found the limp, clammy handed caress incredibly creepy. "I wants to keeps it in me bog." she wheezed in her swamp thing voice. At the time that was the funniest thing I had ever heard in my life, so we both lay awake laughing until we ached. In my dreams I might swim the Atlantic ocean with helicopter support or carry a house up a hill by myself. I am pretty sure that Satu dreams of high stress shootouts and flying spaceships like a boss.
While I sleep, Satu lies beside me with multiple electronic devices. She will not bring a laptop to bed because people say that it discourages restfulness, so instead, she uses her tiny, wallet sized phone to read on and will surf the web for Japanese pipes, dogs in regal attire, or God knows what else. She likes to read with only one eye open. I hope it is because she is sleeping with the other eye, but I doubt it. Even if she is sleeping, she is probably having bad dreams.
Unlike me, my wife doesn't look to me for comfort. I often find her awake in the middle of the night reading with one eye and just waiting to be able to slow her heart rate.
Sometimes our wind down time will include trying to situate the dog between us so that no one is directly in the line of fire for his stinky, fish breath. On nights when we are both in early, she finds me videos of turtles eating tomatoes or elephants in swimming pools to keep me in a good mood.
I can't sleep until I have gotten out of bed a few times to fetch different things like water or crackers or the pillow I left on the couch. Satu can't sleep until she is good and damn ready and no amount of fatigue is going to speed that up for her brain. It is ready when it is ready.
Our nightly rituals may not involve warm milk or bedtime stories, but I feel like our bed is home base. What I like most about working day shift is that I get to enjoy these moments at the end of the day with my beautiful wife. No matter how many times I have to get out of bed before it is time to sleep. I always want to get back in and run the palm of my hand across Satu's relaxing brow. I do in fact " wants to keeps it in me bog."