Milan Kundera. The unbearable lightness of being (№ 157204)

So he was so amazed when he woke up, realized that Teresa firmly holding his hand. He looked at her and could not provide enough information to understand what happened. He remembered just experienced hours, and it seemed to him: from them comes the smell of some unknown happiness. Since then, they've both enjoyed our shared dream. I would even say, the purpose of intercourse was for them not an orgasm, and the dream that followed him. And especially she couldn't sleep without it. When she happened to be one shot in her apartment (more and more becoming just an alibi), she couldn't sleep all night. And in his arms fell asleep, no matter how excited she was. In a whisper he told stories that were composed for her, was talking all sorts of nonsense or monotonously repeated words, sedative, that funny. These words turned into muddled vision that takes her to the first oblivion. He completely owned her bedtime and she fell asleep in that instant what he chose.