does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
One of the clearest signs that I’ll probably die alone is, no matter how much I like someone, no matter how much I LOVE them, and no matter how comfortable we fit together physically while we’re in bed, I still can’t ever get any sleep when I’m sharing a bed with someone.
I dunno, maybe I’ll have to pretend we live in a 50’s sitcom, and have two separate mattresses about three feet apart from each other.
It goes away if you learn to sleep by going to sleep dead exhausted. If you do that enough, your body will give up on its hangups about personal space. — at least that’s how it’s worked in my experience.