I sleep in the middle of the bed.
For the past few years, I’ve had a queen or full bed (the size adjective, not as any other adjective). Unless I have a sleep-over, which has become quite the seldom occurrence since college, I sleep right in the middle of my bed. At any hotel, I always end up in the center of the bed, when sleeping alone. Sure, I move to a side and make space when needed, but that is only every so often, and often rarely. I like my space, I guess, and I usually get it.
It all just makes me wonder if I’ll ever be able really to share a bed with a spouse/partner. Even when I want to snuggle up to someone or cuddle, I never seem to last very long before I break away and require my own space.
… Well, I always like just barely touching the person next to me – it is like a verification of the person’s presence, without invading anyone’s space…, like when the dog used to sleep up against me, but not on top of me. That kind of thing. I guess I am okay with sharing a bid after all – I just need a bed big enough to give me plenty of space to spread out, while still being able to make slight contact somewhere near the middle of the bed.
But that all wasn’t the point. The point is that I like sleeping in the middle of the bed, and preferably a large one. I don’t mind sharing too much, but I just don’t understand how people must sleep on a specific side of the bed (the middle is my side), nor when they do it when not in the middle of sharing the bed with another individual. Why waste half the space like that, and crush up into oneself? Oh, well…