Matt got back into town late last night...as in 3am late. I was already asleep and had been since 11pm so needless to say, I was competely out of it when he crawled into bed. But even though I was in a half dream state and couldn't focus my eyes to save my life, I felt his warmth instantly. We have a Tempur Pedic-like mattress and honestly I never feel him moving in bed, but he is always so warm that I can't help but feel warmer too.
Prior to marrying Matt I had never lived with another guy, yes I had girl roommates but not a boyfriend roommate. Not only has learning to share my home, my bathroom, my daily life been an adjustment but even greater has been learning to share my quiet, alone, personal, sleep space. While he was away these past 5 sleeps I went to sleep in the middle of the bed and woke up horizontal spread across the bed. It was glorious to revert back to my selfish, singlehood, sleep habits. For 5 nights I went to bed without thinking I was going to wake someone up or wasn't going to be woken up myself when the 2nd person came to bed. And for 4 mornings I woke up without having to worry that I talked too loud in my sleep and woke someone else up at 2am. Glorious...simply glorious.
However, hearing the soft pad of socked feet across the floor, feeling the gentle pull on the covers and smelling the familiar scent that is my husband was comforting. I have grown to accept and enjoy sleeping in the same bed as him, but last night reminded me that no amount of nights with the whole bed to myself could amount to the feeling I have when he's there right by my side.
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