Bullshit, my wife doesn't go to sleep. She usually starts quizzing me on what I plan on getting done around the house on the upcoming weekend.
Then, between 'Oh GOD's she remembers that she's forgotton to pay a bill and squeezes hard a few times to drain me quick.
Then she rolls my lifeless, spent body of'n her and heads downstairs for ice cream.
Women are machines. They don't ever really sleep. They just close their eyes and dream up ways of controlling men more efficiently.
...meanwhile we're so stupid, we actually think we're running things.
That was the greatest illusion woman ever cast upon man:
*Let him think he's in charge and you'll pwn his ass forever.*