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Twin, Full, Double, Queen, King
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Twin, Full, Double, Queen, King Thirty five years ago, I was dating my husband. He had a small 3 room basement apartment in a four story walk-up in New York City. It was furnished with haphazzard pieces from his parents house and a masterpiece he constructed with friends to hold the loves of his life (at the time); a Marantz stereo receiver, Gerrard turntable, and the essential other pieces I have long forgotten. Across the room from the stereo was his bed that he had lugged out of his parent's house and dragged into his first apartment. It was a fine bed, just the right firmness for our many escapades. And trust me, back then, there were many! But, it was a twin. Yet, night after night, we made love in that twin and fell asleep snuggly for several hours. We never felt cramped. We never complained that the other had all the sheet or blanket. We didn't nudge each other to get an inch more space. We were happy to be entwined. It's after 2:30 am and I am awake and not in my marital bed. I got up to use the bathroom and came back to bed to find it too occupied. My husband is asleep smack in the middle of the bed. He is facing in the direction that I should be, his arms stretched out across my pillow, his knees protruding into the space my hips should be. So, I considered the space and decided to go around and sleep on his side, behind him. However, with his knees bent, his feet are taking up the space my legs would be. And this is now a king. How did beds shrink so over the last thirty five years? Is it time for us to consider changing from a king to individual twins? Philosophically, I'm opposed to separate beds. I think it diminishes intimacy. However, I medically understand the need for a good night of sleep. And sitting here at 2:56 am composing this blog post may be therapeutic, but it isn't helping me get the rest I need to face my work day later on today. I think I will go squeeze myself into the bed. I just need to select head or tail. Good night moon, and all of the rest of you. "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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I tried to tiptoe back to bed, but the door creaked, my toe hit the waste paper basket and it contained several empty cans that clanked about. My husband woke up. He was oblivious that I was standing near the doorway, as he made his way in the dark to the bathroom. He stumbled right past me in the dark. I hurried quietly into bed and pretended that I had never been up. Most importantly, while he was in the bathroom, I staked claim to a good deal of real estate. AHH!!! The next thing I knew, the alarm clock was ringing. Two and a half more hours of deep sleep and I feel ready to attack the new day. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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I wonder about that the bed size. I like being near the woman but we both need the space for sleeping. Sleep is so important. Cum to my blog and respond.  Have a great kissing fun time. 
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I suggest the twins to have fun in and then off to dreamland. Good sleep is definitely not overrated
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I would go with separate beds. When your married a long time snuggling in small areas seems to be a thing of the past
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Shared beds should be about sharing. I think it would be OK to wake him longer enough to ask him to move and give you enough space to lay down. As a positive note, the fact that he moved into what it usually your space means that he wants to be closer to you.
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Shared beds should be about sharing. I think it would be OK to wake him longer enough to ask him to move and give you enough space to lay down. As a positive note, the fact that he moved into what it usually your space means that he wants to be closer to you. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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If you wake in the middle of the nite - wake him up and make love to till you both fall a sleep in each others arms
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