aeryn

I think I need a new bed. Ive had the present one for about 11 years. Actually, as I got it right after I got married and bought my first house, I would say its almost exactly 11 years old. When we first started sleeping together I had a well worn double sized futon. It was wonderful, all arms and legs and stomachs touching all night. We moved in together, got sick of the futon, and bought a queen bed and a dog. Which was great, all skin, and fur and wet noses. But then came a new house, a new marriage, and a new bed the present bed.

We had wanted to get a king, to get a big bed to roll around in, to give us space from the dogs, and room for the kids. The house had other plans. Built in 1927 it had a steep narrow staircase with a turn, and it just wasnt going to let the mattress upstairs. Not to be daunted by the house, bought two twins, king sized sheets, pushed the twins together and viola! We had a king size bed, with our sides clearly marked out.

Presently, the mattress has all the signs of a good old bed. It is stained with cum, blood, breast milk, and tears. Its big enough to have fun in. It squeaks when it moves. It's comfortable. But I have my space, my bed, and he has his. They are next to each other, but still two very different beds. I miss the days of arms and legs and touching skin. I think maybe if we had a smaller bed now that the kids and the dogs no longer share it, wed be fine. But Ive tried to sleep in a double on vacation, and its all tossing and turning and trying not to be touched. Im not sure I could go back to a smaller bed, even though I long for it, after so much defined space. Maybe a full size king would fit up our present houses staircases, and then we wouldnt need new blanket and sheets. Maybe we could sleep in the middle together. Maybe we would just sleep together. Maybe. Well see.