Many of you out there know that I'm a pretty picky sleeper. No noise, no light, no nothing. You probably also know of course that I am severely possessive of my bed space and pretty much hate sharing beds with anyone. And as I know some of you have experienced, I have no qualms about waking your ass up in the middle of the night to tell you to move over.
Crapface and I were having a conversation about being possessive over sleeping space. This was the highlight.
Crapface: i love having space in bed
Arielle: yeah i dont look forward to having to share a bed with someone every single night
Crapface: i mean i'm all for hanging out near someone
Crapface: but when it is time to sleep...
Crapface: get on your side!
Arielle: seriously
Arielle: and dont let so much as a finger cross over into my side!
Crapface: and don't steal my damn covers
Arielle: and also, probably i need some of your side too
Crapface: or my pillows
Crapface: hahaha
Crapface: fact
Crapface: i need to roll over a ton
Arielle: im pretty sure that i have the ability to just take up as much space as i have to sleep in
Arielle: because i used to have no problem sleeping in a twin but now that i have a queen i definitely roll back and forth across it
Crapface: you're like a goldfish
Crapface: you just spread out to the size of your environment
1 comment:
I'm glad that in our 20+ years of friendship, we've mastered the sharing of the sleeping space. Cause Dave and I have a Queen, and we still haven't mastered it. (he's a hog.)
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