Out with the old and in with the new?
The bed: you spend most of your nights with it, you wake up to it in the morning and sometimes when you’re really drained, you visit it in the afternoon. So it comes to no surprise when people say ‘there’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed’. I have come to strongly agree with this saying however up until a week ago I was still sleeping in a single bed. I’d grown accustomed to it, the size was not an issue, the gentle creaking sound it made when you first got on it became endearing. Yes, I had become a bit too attached to my little old bed.I had finally made the decision to part ways with it and upgrade to a new queen size bed. It suited my room, was a perfect fit and was delivered and set up for free. Suddenly, my old single bed was forgotten as the new one sat in front of me, filling the room with that new furniture smell.
That night, as I excitedly jumped into my new bed I came to the conundrum of deciding which side to sleep on. I’ve never had to make this decision before, as while I have slept in beds of this size, it had always involved a second person and it was usually their bed. I eventually chose the left side as this was the closest side to me and settled down to watch some T.V before I drifted off. It didn’t take long for me to realise that there was a large, unfilled space to my right, where the blankets weren’t messed up and the pillow sat perfectly unblemished. Nothing has ever made me feel so single in my life. Ever.
The next morning I found myself sprawled out diagonally and by the morning after that I had worked my way up to horizontal status. Being the still and quiet sleeper that I thought I was, this came as a bit of a surprise. So in an effort to combat my restlessness, the night after that I slept in the middle of the bed, with both pillows piled on top of each other.
This was fine until I found myself awake at 1am in the morning, with blankets on the floor, head facedown in the pillows, sweat formulating on my forehead and my body positioned somewhat like a dead starfish. I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I blame the bed.
This all lead me to curiously wonder where my old perfect-fit bed had disappeared to (and whether I should give my ex-boyfriend a call), however not one to give up, I gave the giant bed another go. A week later, I seemed to have found the perfect formula: one pillow (the other one hidden so that I can’t be confronted with my singleness), sleeping in the middle of the bed (again to avoid my singleness) and sleeping on my side. So far it’s been working, lets just hope it stays that way for the sake of all single people out there.
posted by Ria @ 1:40 pm
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