MY Side of the Bed

The weirdest thing happened.

Maybe three or four weeks ago.

I migrated.

Before this newest migration, I had been sleeping either on Roger's old side of the bed or in the middle.

But never ever on my side.

I could not do it.

It felt weird.

It felt like betrayal as odd as that sounds.

Like I was going back to old ways.

Like I was denying something.

But a couple of weeks ago, out of necessity, I had to go back.

I did a ton of laundry.

I dumped it on the bed thinking I would do it before I tucked myself in.

Much not to my surprise, I did not.

I went to study for an exam and did not return to my room until I was exhausted.

Until it was entirely too late to put away laundry.

Until I was only getting a couple hours of sleep before the exam.

This huge pile was covering my "normal" sleeping areas.

Crap.

I debated staying up an additional half hour and putting the laundry away.

But I was tired.

So tired.

So...

I went over to the old Star sleeping spot.

And the most amazing thing happened, I slept so well.

And the next night.

And the next night.

And the next night.

Hmm, maybe it is time to move back permanently?

I am not sure.

But...

Another old habit is cropping up as well.

I used to travel for work as a consultant.

Monday through Thursday I stayed in hotels for two years.

I would almost always get a king size bed.

Then I would sleep diagonally or horizontally with my head on my side of the bed.

This has resumed. I wake up in this position.

I am not sure how I feel about this old new habit.

I am not sure how I feel about any of these new/old sleeping habits.

Does it mean something?

Does it mean nothing?

Sigh...