He got home at 6:40 AM Tuesday morning from a 12 hr shift. Up at 12:30 for a 1:30 meeting that lasted until 4:30 then on shift at 6:00 PM to deal with a double fatality motorcycle accident. Said he'd be home earlier than the normal 6:30 AM again. I went to bed after 11:00 PM and had no idea he'd crawled in sometime during the early hours.
Alarm goes off, I roll to find him nudging me and he whispers in this hilarious slightly lisping put on voice - "You were a bunch of trouble."
me - what do you mean? I didn't even know you were in bed.
him - you were sprawled all over and only left me 12" of bed and no blankers
me - what did you do?
him - it wasn't easy, I moved you.
Now understand, anyone who's ever slept with me (this actually is a pretty large group of folks including each of my girlfriends, kids, sisters and of course DD) says I sleep like a vampire. I never move, have one or both arms crossing my chest and sleep on about 6" of bed space. Right foot always hanging out without any blankets or sheets on it from all the surgeries and it always hurts. Truth is the way I sleep creeps out my girlfriends and I'm pretty sure on our get away weekends they are drawing straws as to who has to sleep with me.
I talk a lot in my sleep, tend to sleep walk and believe it or not can put out a pretty good snore if an abundance of awesome water has been involved before bedtime. I wear ear plugs (someone else can REALLY snore) and of late tend to wake up missing half my pajamas if I decided to wear them at all due to as DD puts it - Your side of the bed is "steamy". I'd like to say I'm hot - but I'm literally putting off steam and am in the Karate Kid adult female mode of Blanket on, Blanket off, Blanket on, Blanket off.
There is also a much more involved story but the crux is I bought the wrong size underwear and wore them to bed. They were too big. Evidently I had walked in my sleep (we were at the Lake Havasu house) and DD heard me shuffling about in the other bedroom. He gently steered me back to bed (I don't remember any of it). I woke up the next morning and went to get out of bed and didn't have on any underwear. What? I asked him - "hey, didn't I have underwear when I went to bed?" Yeah, we found them in the hallway, I had walked out of them. Size 6 looks like Size 9 when you buy the package upside down.
I've always slept in a King bed, when married for 22 years and even after the divorce by myself. Then I met DD who has always had a Full. First time I looked at it I thought - can't he afford a queen? Who in their right mind sleeps in a full as an adult? Sure it makes the room bigger but how to two people actually sleep in it. Then I found out why.
My left hand is always in his right or within grasping distance. Didn't know that was so nice. There actually is a lot of room for us when I am on the edge. DD's got a lot more going on. Body pillow, pillow on the head to block the light, 2 pillows under the head and all the blankets. It literally is a man cave. Sometimes I reach over and think wow, he's kinda soft and then I remember - oh yeah, body pillow. I chuckle and drift off again. So I've become used to the closeness and now hate it when we go stay somewhere hotel, cruise etc that has a king and still sleep on my edge of the bed. Feels like I'm sleeping alone.
Our first cruise we had a king bed and he woke up the next morning telling me he hated the bed. I said it was great to sleep in. He then expounded - "I had to send out the Pygmies looking for you". What? "I sent a search party to look for you. You slept in a different neighborhood. I had to roll over 3 times just to hold your hand". I laughed and laughed and laughed. Well then I start acting like those cartoons we watched growing up with the cannibals and spears always trying to cook some safari guide. Soon after this I sent him a postcard I'd painted and wrote on it - I'll never be far, but just in case here's a Pygmy to find me. It's still on the wall by the front door. Picture attached.
Try a smaller bed. You'd be surprised how nice it is to actually remember you are sleeping next to someone. I love rolling over in the morning and just throwing my arm over him. It's also harder to be mad at each other when there is only a foot between you at most. It's also more obvious that I've resorted to a towel between the fitted sheet and the mattress cover because I'm steamy. :-)
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