And that's when it happened. After Alarm #2 at 7 am, I realized that someday, I'm going to have to share my bed with somebody else. There is going to be a body on my spare side. That's my side. That's where I roll over when I want to find a new, cool spot (and not cool like, "Hey this is a hip joint, do you come here often?" No. I get hot when I sleep and I like it cold.). And that brings up the issue that there's going to be a mass of 98.6 degrees soaking up all the cool air and I'm going to be hot. And sad. Not to mention, where will my phone go? I won't be able to throw it in the middle of the bed, right next to my face because a person will be there. And I don't think he'd appreciate that. Then there is the issue of the pillows. If they are on my bed, they are mine. I sleep on the ones on my side and hold the ones on the other. Yes, I use both. I trade out during the night. And I don't want to hear that my sleeping partner will become my new pillow. That's not gonna happen. The last time I checked, my pillows were soft and cool and I could fling one away and replace it with another if I felt the urge. So, unless I find myself a bedmate with the same size, texture and emotional range as a My Buddy, I'm totally screwed.
But here I am, complaining that someone, someday is going to interrupt my sleep pattern, when Lord knows what I'm going to do for his. He's going to grow tired of waking next to a woman resembling a fish out of water, undoubtedly kicking and slapping in the process and leave me for someone who doesn't look and act like a cavewoman in the A.M. (Time out. Seriously, whoever started the rumor that women are most beautiful when they first wake up totally effed me over. Time in.), and I will be alone. But, I'll have my glorious, spacious bed to comfort me. So. Yeah, I'm OK with that.