Some days settling down for bed is easy peasy. I simply jump into my bed pull the covers over my head, adjust my position hugging my huggy pillow and I’m asleep.
But now and again I hit a bad night. I cannot seem to get comfortable. It goes like this.
There is something tickling my nose, so I have to scratch that. I just settle again, but I can feel a hair across my eyelashes, so I have to find it and remove it. I just settle after having done both those things, and I have an itch at the back of my knee, which needs scratching. That means I have got to sort out the huggy pillow, which has moved position and is now not comfortable.
So I start again – I pull thecovers over my head, adjust my position hugging my huggy pillow, and find the head pillow has moved and is not tucked into my neck. So I adjust. Something is tickling my nose, a hair? I have to find it. Now the thickness of the duvet is blocking my breathing, or rather, I can feel my breath being reflected back at me. I hate that. So I adjust the covers.
That moves the huggy pillow, or it has fallen out of bed.
As soon as I think I am comfortable, my wrist aches, or my shoulder feels wrong, so I ajust. Sleep might come.
But no! I seem to have that damn hair stuck on my lip. I have to find it. Light on, sit up. Search. Found it!
I lie down again, turn off the lamp, pull covers over my head, adjust my position hugging my huggy pillow and get ready to asleep.
But
there is something tickling my nose, so I have to scratch that. I just settle again, but I can feel a hair across my eyelashes again, so I have to find it and remove it. I just settle after having done both those things, and I have an itch at the back of my elbow, that needs scratching. Now I have got to sort out the huggy pillow, which has moved position and is not comfortable. Or missing.
The huggy pillow often leaps of of bed and lands on the floor, where it hides in the dark until I sit up, turn on the bedside lamp and look for it. It has a silk cover which is deliciously delightful to hug, but somewhat slithery.
I try again having retrieved huggy pillow, pull the covers over my head, adjust my position hugging my huggy pillow again and wait for sleep.
Repeat.
Repeat
Repeat.
We are wise to each have our own bedrooms to avoid divorce,
or
murder.
Mr Furlong has no idea of the night activity he is missing. Mr Furlong always falls asleep in an instant, immediately, forthwith, on demand, tout suite. He has no idea how lucky he is.