Resting Easy

The four-footed one is a master at curling up into a tiny little ball and falling into a nice sleep.  I have been envious of this skill for a while now.  Well not so much the curling up into a little ball.  Other than when I’m in severe pain.  Then and only then do I want to curl up into a wee ball so I can roll around like an armadillo.

It is, instead her ability to fall asleep that I’m envious of. She can sleep regardless of where she is.  Guests in the house?  No worries she can still curl up and be dreaming.  In the car?  Again, curl up and let the sleep come. Visiting friends?  If there’s a place to curl up, she can sleep.

Me?  I can’t sleep if the sun is up.  Unless I’m very sick.  I can’t sleep on trains or  planes or any place public.  Hospitals are a nightmare for me because they expect you to sleep, but there are strangers walking in and out of you space. It’s public.  It’s just not possible.

I struggle to sleep in hotels, other people’s houses.  It isn’t because I’m not sleeping in my own bed, although that helps.  Rather it is a number of things that get in the way.  For some reason all of that seems public or unsafe places to sleep.  Regardless of how tired I am I struggle to sleep or find pleasant dreams.

Ah to curl up, to dream, to sleep.  And so I still try.  Maybe if I turn around three times before I settle down…


Unseen Forces In Bed

A strange has been happening each night for the past few weeks.  My bed has been taken over by an unseen force.  No I’m not talking about Beloved’s “bubble zone” that allows him more personal space.

Pit appears that a rather large yet unseen entity takes over the bed around midnight.  It starts by making its presence known in the middle of the bed and it slowly pushes us both out to our respective sides of the bed.  When we go to look, the only thing in the Center of the bed is the four-footed one.  And it can’t be her because she’s curled up in a small little bundle, eyes closed and settled in for her sleep.

Once we shut off the lights again and just start drifting off to sleep this entity is back pushing and clawing at each of us as it demands more space.  Frankly we have been stumped as to what was going on so Beloved set up a camera to record what was happening.  Unfortunately the footage wasn’t ideal for us to see the middle of the bed.

Plan B was for one of us to stay awake and watch from elsewhere in the room.  The one of us who stayed awake was me, in a chair at the window.  I couldn’t sleep anyway with the pain I was experiencing, but it wasn’t enough to take my medications.  I tell you this because I want you to know that I was not under the influence of anything.

You see dear friends the strange thing happening on our bed each night turns out to be a small little dog.  Yes it is in fact our four-footed one.  You’d almost think that at night she magical turns into the size and weight of a small pony while during the day she is a small-sized dog.  When we move or sit up she curls up in the center and pretends to be sleeping.  This dog is able to command most of the space on a king sized bed each night as a way of ensuring she has a good nights rest while we struggle to stay in our own bed!

Sleeping Around

We got a king-sized bed, mostly because it was on sale and the same price as a smaller bed. It seems a bit like my own island, perhaps a bit too much space. But only perhaps! 😉

There is so much space or bed it’s just wonderful! I can stretch out, I mean really stretch out and not run out of bed. Unless the dog has decided to join me. Because sometimes, well yes he does end up on the bed while I reading. But he doesn’t get to sleep up there with me.

Beloved enjoys the space too, not that he sleeps in the bed much because, well it’s rather mine! 😉 He actually doesn’t like the big bed to sleep in though. He says there is too much bed, and it interrupts his sleep. But to simply settle onto? Well he enjoys that. Come to think of it, he and the dog have sort of the same deal when it comes to the king sized bed! 😉 Hush, don’t tell him, he may not have noticed this!

Talking to a friend of mine, I mentioned the fact that I basically sleep in a king sized bed, alone. She seemed struck at the idea that Beloved and I don’t sleep together in the same bed all the time. Maybe it is odd, but I like to get some decent rest and sometimes that’s not possible when the person sleeping next to me is doing something akin to street fighting while he sleeps.

It because a trade-off, sleeping beside that person and dealing with his restlessness just to be near him, or getting decent rest not beside him so that I’m fully present during the awake hours. Depending upon what I need/feel like will determine which choice I make!