little bitty girl

Sharing a bed with someone else is weird. I've always thought so. Sharing a bed with someone twice your size, in a bed meant to be for a teenager is simply ridiculous.

Stefan and I always argue about the stupid bed. It's his old one from university days and how he ever fit into that thing in the first place, I'll never understand. It's a double, the size in between a single and a queen for those of you who don't know. I've almost always been in a queen size bed and having done so, am not apt to share my space.

Stefan hates it when he comes into bed after me because he says once I am asleep, I turn into a 400lb elephant spider. All heavy and spread out. He can shove and yell all he wants, but I never hear and I don't move. The funny thing is if Mindy even comes into the room, I instantly sense her presence and make Stefan move over. Many a night, I have woken up with Mindy and I sleeping, both on our backs spread out and poor Stefan is clinging to the side.

Last night he said he had a dream that he was holding on to a cliff for dear life and woke up, nearly falling in his face. Must not be nice for someone as big as him. I can't feel too bad though because we need a new bed and he knows it. We just can't seem to decide on the size, softness/hardness of mattress, height and so he suffers.

I've developed this weird habit in the last year or so where I cannot sleep unless my left leg is draped around Stef. Sometimes it's both legs. Since Stefan is so hot, not hot-sexy (although he is) but like temperature-hot, he finds this very uncomfortable. That, and he likes to drape his leg around me.

So, we end up doing a little dance.

In the wee hours of the morning today, I lifted up my leg to drape over him and at the very same he lifted his leg to put over me. We were like two synchronized swimmers, mimicing each other's movement. Except instead of doing it for the sake of art, we were really battling for bed real estate. This continued about three times until Stefan gave up, out of sleepiness.

He muttered, "It was a valiant fight....."

Not really, but I am a bulldog when it comes to personal space. It was just so funny and I thought if anyone could see us, they would think we were mad. I guess we really should start looking for a new bed this year.