My Bed, My Space.

There are times I need to sleep alone but I cannot. What do I do?

I need my bed to myself so I can hug it whichever way I want, and the older I grow, the stronger this need gets. It doesn’t matter how much I love you; my bed’s my bed. Doesn’t matter how you rock it, when it’s time to sleep, please leave. You can rock it again I promise, just get out/off of it now.

Let me slide between my sheets, pull my pillow to myself and enjoy the sweet embrace this bed of mine gives me. An embrace nobody else would ever be able to give. Let me turn whichever way I please in the night, without finding your hot body in my way, or feeling your hands pull me into that cuddle you think I need.

I don’t really like to cuddle unless I’m awake. When it’s time to sleep, let me go. Go over to your end and do not disturb me. I’ll cuddle with you when we awaken. I promise. Just.let.me.sleep.

When I say I want you around, I don’t mean in my bed all night. I’ll make you a lovely bed. It just won’t me mine. Why does this bother you? What is it about hugging my body that makes you sleep so peacefully? While you sleep, I’m awake; wondering how to get out of your embrace, and into that empty bed calling to me; wondering how to sneak out of here and back in before you open your eyes.

Why won’t you understand that I love you more when I have this little space? My mind is at peace, and I am free to create more ways to rock this bed you love to invade.
When you throw your tantrums and make me share this bed, I can’t sleep. I lie awake most of the time wondering about so many things, but mostly fume because I didn’t get to sleep. TV gives me some solace so now you think I’m addicted to late night TV. Hmph.

If you let me sleep alone our bond will be stronger. Trust me.

I treasure these nights alone, and I do not want to have to lie about needing them. I am tired of having to fake illnesses that can’t let me share beds. I’m not ill; I just want my bed!

I hear you. Why don’t you hear me? How many times have I slept in your arms when I’d rather be alone, tossing and turning without a care? My need to be alone has nothing to do with how much I love you. I love you. I do. I really do. Just not in my bed when it’s time to sleep.