Sleep, and my Closest Companion
While I am indeed single, I still get to experience many of the joys that are part-and-parcel of sharing a bed with someone.
Like...
...snoring. Having your significant other snore, thus keeping you awake? Oh yeah. I get that.
Of course, in my case, it's slightly softer snoring noise, because the nose that's being all sniffly is much smaller, but the same principle applies.
...waking up in the morning because your significant other has decided to get up.
Which is getting ridiculous, because he keeps getting up at 5am. Or, this morning, half-past 4.
...hogging the covers.
Not that he does it intentionally. He just tends to dig his claws in, stretch, and pull the quilt further and further off the bed.
...uneven allocation of bed-space. When you suddenly realise that your S.O. is stretched out luxuriously across three quarters of the mattress, and you're stuck in one tiny corner.
Even more unfair when the one taking up all the space is about a tenth your size.
...being woken up in the middle of the night for some hot, hot, lovin'.
For "hot, hot, lovin'" substitute "hot, hot, pattin'", and you'd just about have it right.
Apparently, it's not good enough that he gets to sleep on my feet. I keep getting woken up at 2am by a tiny nose nudging my hand into patting position...
Like...
...snoring. Having your significant other snore, thus keeping you awake? Oh yeah. I get that.
Of course, in my case, it's slightly softer snoring noise, because the nose that's being all sniffly is much smaller, but the same principle applies.
...waking up in the morning because your significant other has decided to get up.
Which is getting ridiculous, because he keeps getting up at 5am. Or, this morning, half-past 4.
...hogging the covers.
Not that he does it intentionally. He just tends to dig his claws in, stretch, and pull the quilt further and further off the bed.
...uneven allocation of bed-space. When you suddenly realise that your S.O. is stretched out luxuriously across three quarters of the mattress, and you're stuck in one tiny corner.
Even more unfair when the one taking up all the space is about a tenth your size.
...being woken up in the middle of the night for some hot, hot, lovin'.
For "hot, hot, lovin'" substitute "hot, hot, pattin'", and you'd just about have it right.
Apparently, it's not good enough that he gets to sleep on my feet. I keep getting woken up at 2am by a tiny nose nudging my hand into patting position...