June 4, 2012 by Kat Richter
Let’s talk about sleeping together, shall we? I’m not even referring to having sex, but rather sleeping together in the true sense of the phrase: the act of sharing one’s bed with someone else.
In theory, it’s romantic. You go to sleep together, you snuggle, you wake up together and provided you’re not dating a sleep walker, you can roll over the next morning and whisper, “Good morning -darling/dearest/what’s-your-name-again?”
In practice, however, it’s exhausting. And not just because the act of sleeping together often serves as a prelude for the other type of sleeping together, but because people have habits. Nocturnal habits, of which they’re often unaware.
I, for one, like to sleep on my side. I also like to sleep with no less than four pillows and I find that balling myself into a cocoon is the most effective way of achieving my beauty rest. In addition, I loathe tucked in sheets. Whenever I go to a hotel, my first order of business is to un-tuck the sheets. In fact, when I asked The Wedding Date to make the bed this past weekend, I nearly had a heart attack when I discovered that he’d done it properly, tucked in sheets and all.
Of course I’m not the only one with certain preferences in the bedroom. The Wedding Date likes to spoon. But he likes to be the little spoon, even though he’s got a good six or seven inches on me. He also likes to sleep on his side, but he likes to sleep on a different side than I do so sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night and think he’s mad at me because he’s facing the wall, when really, he just likes to sleep that way.
Sleeping together also requires sharing a blanket.
And divvying up the pillows.
And deciding who gets what side of the bed.
Worst of all, sleeping together requires you to actually go to sleep when frankly, it would be much more exciting to not go to sleep, especially if you happen to like the person with whom you’re sharing a bed (and even more so if you have a predilection for discussing literature and politics at four o’clock in the morning).
The Wedding Date and I are both wondering how long it’s going to take for us to actually start sleeping together. I’m a morning person yet whenever he spends the night, it’s all I can do to roll out of bed and shove a granola bar in his general direction before he leaves for work the next morning. I keep hoping—in fact, I think we’re both hoping— that we’ll get bored of each other but so far, no such luck.
So tell me, those of you with more experience in the art of sharing a bed: how long does it take?