Last night there was a spat. A miscommunication…and it ended with two people on the far sides of a king-size bed with, for me, a wall of tension in between. Everything was fine, it wasn’t the end of the world. It happens from time-to-time. And it’s better this morning.
Today, though, we’re both drained. I’m not exactly tired but I certainly don’t feel rested. It’s funny to me how you get to a point where sleeping transmutates into sleeping-together. And it isn’t the same when we’re disconnected. That’s a really good thing to discover.
So I’ll stumble through the day with my head feeling like it’s floating a little bit above my body and my eyes burning with the desire for rest and wait until tonight when the king-size bed could suddenly be a twin and still give us enough room (well, that might be pushing it a little) and finally get some SLEEP.