No one steals my covers!

I use to crawl into bed after a long day of mothering, expecting to lay my head on my favorite pillow, and snuggle down under the blankets I had carefully chosen with my husbands tastes in mind. Only to find my husband sound asleep and wrapped up in the blankets so tight. There was only a sliver of blanket left that I would gingerly pull ever so slowly, hoping that he wouldn't awaken and grumble at me. I would lay my head down on what I assumed was my pillow, only to discover that is was too soft and flat. Not my pillow at all! My husband had switched out my pillow for his and now lay sleeping on my favorite pillow! 

Doesn't everyone have a favorite pillow? The right firmness or softness? I loved my pillow and my husband knew it. He liked to find ways to get under my skin.  If I confronted him about it, he would get defensive for accusing him of purposely taking my pillow and then he would make fun of me for having a favorite pillow. I would also hear how he makes the money that paid for the pillow and therefore all the pillows were technically his. In order to avoid a scene which would delay my weary self from getting to sleep, I would pretend I didn't care or notice the switch. I would try and fluff up the imposter pillow and force myself to think happy thoughts, so I could get much needed sleep.

These days I no longer share my bed. I have a double bed all made up with the coziest sheets and blankets I chose with only my tastes in mind. I now have four favorite pillows that I sleep with and no one steals them. I don't even have concerns about protecting my pillows from being stolen. I get to stay up and read for as long as I like without anyone grumbling about the light being on. I get to then turn off my light and fall asleep in the dark silence, rather than listening to the TV background noise my husband needed to fall asleep. I sleep in the middle of the bed with all the covers piled on me, warm and cozy. 

I realized recently that I truly love sleeping alone and not sharing my bed with anyone. I love it so much that it would take an extraordinary  person to change my mind and be allowed to share my cherished space. Do I believe he is out there? Sure! But I'm not looking for him. I'm enjoying my solo time here in my big bed with my books, all my favorite pillows piled behind my head and the lamp blazing bright.