A wee bit more than a year ago, I read a book called “How to Sleep Alone in a King-Size Bed” by Theo Pauline Nestor.
The little room that I rent in the little house decorated lovingly with Christmas lights by my roommate is too small for a King size bed. It’s too small for my beloved Full size bed, for that matter. I chose a Full because it is small enough that I can disassemble it and fit it in my car. It is just perfectly big enough for me alone to sleep in the middle of, spread out like a starfish, with extra pillows. And, by design, it’s just perfectly too small to share with someone I don’t truly adore.
Even after a couple of years of practice, sleeping in the middle of the bed does not come naturally to me.
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