When the Lights Go Out

I got up to use the bathroom this morning and when I was crawling back into bed I noticed that Bevan was staring up at me from his pillow with a rather sheepish look on his face.

Me: What's wrong?

Bevan: I put lube on my feet instead of lotion last night.

Me: What?

He nodded his head in the direction of the nightstand behind him and, sure enough, a bottle of lube roughly the same size and shape of his lotion bottle was sitting on top of it.

Bevan: I know I could have killed myself getting up to close the window last night, but my feet do feel pretty soft this morning.