Every night, I climb into a cold bed.
Literally, not figuratively.
(Our marriage has not grown cold.)
It's my life as an educator, really.
Early morning alarms usually mean early-ish bedtimes.
Husband gets to enjoy 9p TV shows.
I get ready for bed during the commercials.
If I'm being responsible, I turn my lights out at 930p.
If I'm feeling rebellious, I watch the rest of the show in bed, in the dark.
Falling asleep before he finishes chores and comes to bed.
Falling asleep between the cold sheets.
The sheets that are warmed by my body heat, by the time he lies down.
Every night, my husband climbs into a warm bed.
I love your opening and closing. I've missed your writing. I hope you are planning to do March SOL. I know I am.
ReplyDeleteYep! March SOL is one of the reasons I started this blog; started feeling weird posting more personal pieces on my "professional" slanted More Books Than Time page. Looking forward to sharing that month with you, Kimberley!
DeleteSweet movement to the warmth of the bed for your love :)
ReplyDeleteMarch is coming...
Bonnie
Thanks, Bonnie! Looking forward to the SOL challenge!
DeleteBeautifully captured sentiment that many of us share. Cold beds, early mornings. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad to know I'm in good company. :-)
DeleteGuess it's compromise in the bedtimes if you need the sleep. Well written reality.
ReplyDeleteWe were on opposite shifts, even, for 20 of our 25 years of marriage. At least now our sleep schedules are a little bit more in sync!
DeleteGreat slice- poetic, yet tells a complete story:)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ms. Victor! Funny where inspiration lies (pun intended :-)
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