I was lying on my couch, burning up with a fever, when my husband said I should go to bed. At three o’clock the next morning, I woke up soaked from head to toe. When my husband heard me stirring, he said that my fever must have broken.

I decided to spend the rest of the night back on the couch so as not to disturb him any further. But then, three hours later, he appeared in the living room soaking wet. "Your fever didn’t break," he said, still dripping. "The water bed did."