What to say, what to say…..
What did you do today?
I worked out super earlier, then slept in late, then walked around this fancy posh place.
I hung here with my mom, and then my aunt and grandma, too.
And we had fancy dinner, and we laughed so hard over our food.
Then we lounged in our connected rooms, and gabbed and chatted some more.
And now we’re all to bed*, and I’m grateful no one snores.
Such a good day.
Oh, and I had a reunion chat with the kid who tried flirting with me on my first day as his French teacher (and my first official day as a full-time teacher), because he thought I was just a new student… he works here… he’s gorgeous and all grown up now… and it was still hilarious. 😛
*We each have our own queen sized bed tonight… super posh and fancy, are we not?
P.S. We are here because I am a professional photographer, and because I am making wonderful connections and am doing photos that make the right people happy and delighted and grateful… how lovely it is to treat my family to such posh-ness as we never have together… truly lovely… Thank you, God
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…