You’ll be hard pressed to find someone who loves to sleep as much as I do. That is, unless you’ve met my siblings. If you ever experienced us in a pack (my regrets), you know we share three traits: the bat face, the Spock brow, and an unshakable adoration for sleep. My sister Jennifer proposes it’s our only true genetic link.
I almost couldn’t get up this morning. It rained overnight and was still drizzling a bit, my windows were open, the birds were singing and I was quite content in my wee dream cocoon.
I have a big, fluffy, comfy bed. It’s perfect. The mattresses are encased in a dark wood, four-poster frame and can rarely be seen, since they’re usually drowning in a sea of pillows.
More often than not, I use only 1/3 of the real estate my bed offers. I pile all the “extra” pillows on the far side (8 of them), then my body pillow (aka Troy) takes up the middle and then there’s exactly that much room left for me…which is fine.
I find I sleep in one of two positions.
The first is the stretch, this is how I woke up today. Remarkably, my 5′4″ self when fully extended allows both a hand and a foot to drape over opposing sides of the bed. It’s always my left side that does the stretching, while the right side curls. The stretch finds me sleeping on my belly, suffocation avoided by the use of 2 pillows.
The second is the curl, which has always been a favorite of mine. Until Jamie, I’d make a dramatic roll when I got in the bed to pull the covers to me, then tuck most of them between my knees so the bones wouldn’t bonk. I can’t explain it very well, it’s something I’ve done since I was a kid. Start sleeping with someone else and pulling that crap, you’ll find yourself accused of being a “cover hog”. You’ll also find yourself discussing the habit, compromising on solutions and receiving a body pillow as a gift. Now, of course, I love mine, and it loves me. We spoon. I frequently refer to it as my boyfriend…which is a neat psyche trick for me seeing as how I would otherwise have to admit my bed is empty.
So there you have it.
31 Oct 07
9:26 am
[...] “You should write something tonight…for your friends…” she says. I’m in sweats, sitting on my bed in the dark with the laptop humming from a perch on a pillow. The TV is locked on to the History channel, I know I’m half way to Neverland already and it just isn’t going to happen, but I tell her I’ll try, exchange a few loving words and hang up. Minutes later the laptop is on the floor atop a pile of knitting books and I’m in my go-to-sleep position on my right side with my arm jammed between my pillows. [...]