Confessions of A Naughty Girl

Happy to Sleep With Myself (Literally)

Maybe it's that I am selfish, or maybe it has just been a nice two years since I had a long-term relationship, but it is beginning to take its unfortunate toll on me.

My parents bought a huge king-sized bed for the guest room of our house here in Florida, and the first two nights I was here, and sleeping in it by myself, it was great. I was sleeping 10-12 hours a night and having really good dreams. But last night, my big sister (who got here yesterday) and I had to share the bed, and I slept the worst I've slept in a long time. It was so hot, which I know I shouldn't be complaining about given the weather in the rest of the country right now, and I kept tossing and turning and it was so bad I had to go downstairs and sleep in the den at 4 am. Then I had to go back upstairs at 5 am because it was too cold, I had no blanket, and I was too lazy to turn the fan off.

Anyone who has had the great fortune of sharing a bed with me (or Tim, whose couch has housed me more times than I care to count) knows that I am a bit of a tosser and a turner, but at least I get my share of sleep. I used to rarely ever be bothered by other people, except for this one guy Randy in college, who really annoyed me. He always snored so loud. Anyway, my sister is quiet as a mouse but I just couldn't sleep, and I woke half the house up by moving rooms in the middle of the night, which I felt badly about.

And all of that just makes me wonder if I will ever be able to live with a guy for real and share a bed, because it seems like I've gotten too spoiled sleeping alone to want any company, even in a king-sized bed.

posted by KA @ 1:11 PM