7.5" isn't good enough for him?
As the DNB gets out of bed, I slide over to his side.
I don't know why I do it, except his side always looks so much better to me than mine. And if I wait a minute or two, his (specially marked) pillows will be cool.
I sigh, finally feeling comfortable.
"That looks like about where you were sleeping even when I was still in the bed," the DNB remarks cheekily. "Even when you're not cuddling, you still manage to leave me with 1/8 of the bed."
"It probably just didn't look like cuddling, but it was," I reply. This is a lie.
"Doubtful," he says, knotting his tie.
"You know I was in sales - Always Be Closing. I try to apply the ABCs to every aspect of my life. When it comes to nighttime sleeping arrangements, it's important to Always Be Cuddling," I inform him. Another lie. For the most part, I'm a Pre-Sleep Only Cuddler.
"Do you think I'd still have the same amount of room if we got a king sized bed?" the DNB asks sarcastically. He kisses my forehead and closes the door as he leaves.
"Probably less!" I shout after him, imagining all the sideways-sleeping possibilities.
I don't know why I do it, except his side always looks so much better to me than mine. And if I wait a minute or two, his (specially marked) pillows will be cool.
I sigh, finally feeling comfortable.
"That looks like about where you were sleeping even when I was still in the bed," the DNB remarks cheekily. "Even when you're not cuddling, you still manage to leave me with 1/8 of the bed."
"It probably just didn't look like cuddling, but it was," I reply. This is a lie.
"Doubtful," he says, knotting his tie.
"You know I was in sales - Always Be Closing. I try to apply the ABCs to every aspect of my life. When it comes to nighttime sleeping arrangements, it's important to Always Be Cuddling," I inform him. Another lie. For the most part, I'm a Pre-Sleep Only Cuddler.
"Do you think I'd still have the same amount of room if we got a king sized bed?" the DNB asks sarcastically. He kisses my forehead and closes the door as he leaves.
"Probably less!" I shout after him, imagining all the sideways-sleeping possibilities.
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