Thinking about bed

Going to bed is one of my favorite parts of the day. Sometimes it's the best thing that happens all day.

My bed is very important to me, and very carefully designed around my preferences - and no one else's, because I'm very selfish. And also because no one else tends to be sleeping in the bed. More on that later. Here's a detailed description:

The bed itself was made by my greatgreatuncle, or some variation on that theme, in upstate New York. It's clearly handmade, and most of it was turned on a lathe. I had to drill new holes into it so that a modern mattress would fit it, because it was made before mattress standardization. On the bed frame sits a boxspring and a mattress, both full size. While I can appreciate a giant bed, I prefer full size beds - better for snuggling. More on that later. On top of the mattress is a down mattress pad. On top of that are usually jersey sheets, although I have a set of flannel for the winter time. I HATE flat sheets, as I find they lead to getting tangled up and frustrated, so I don't use them. Next comes my down duvet, which I'm thinking of replacing with a thicker one. (Not that I need a thick one, living in warm climates...it's just a puffy-ness issue) And finally - the pillows. I have a least three - two puffy and one flat. The flat one always has the blue pillowcase with the stars on it. There's also a body pillow against the wall, although I'm thinking of retiring it. Sometimes there's one of the quilts I've made on there, too.

And now, the pitiful parts.

When I was a freshman in college, a friend gave me a giant stuffed sheep (Sheepy), and I'm ashamed to say he's still in the bed. When I was a senior, I started having recurring nightmares about aligators (which I still have, sometimes), so my boyfriend at the time gave me a giant stuffed aligator, and now I can't sleep without it. Finally, there's usually a small black terrier sleeping on my toes, which is actually really handy, because they get cold.


The problem is this: even with all of this nonsense in my bed, I still like it best when there's another person. Preferably a warm boy. I don't know how the boys ever manage to fit in there, but I guess they find room somehow.

The real problem with being between relatioships is that suddenly there's no one else in my bed. (well that, and the lack of sex) This is why I sometimes consider hiring someone to sleep in my bed. I've had this conversation with many people, but I've never figured out how much I'd have to pay. Basically, I want a man to sleep in the bed, take care of scary noises, kill the occasional spider, and snuggle. That's about it. I'm not even talking about sex. (this is where most men tune out) There's a minor issue with the snuggling part, though: I've been told I'm a very aggressive snuggler. I'll snuggle somebody right to the edge of the bed if they don't stop me. I've actually snuggled men off the bed before. It's a problem.

And now you know more than you ever needed to know about my bed. It's late, so I guess I'll go get in it.