When she walked into the bedroom and said, “We need to talk,” he braced for the kind of conversation that ends relationships, ruins weekends, and sends grown adults spiraling into their own worst memories. He replayed every possible mistake he’d made-recent, ancient, and imaginary-while she wondered how someone could be so smart in general and so oblivious in one very specific, very obvious way.

They both thought they knew what the problem was. They were both wrong.

What followed was a painfully awkward, unexpectedly funny unraveling of assumptions, misunderstandings, and one deeply confusing mattress mystery that neither of them could ignore anymore. Sometimes the truth comes out gently. Sometimes it crunches.