A month and a half into my temporary bedroom co-habitation, I was lucky enough to have a weekend with the entire bed to myself. That's three nights of blissfully sprawling out my arms and legs where ever I please. Not having the nightly struggle over the covers or incessant spooning. I lay peacefully in a perfectly temperate room, not the usual Arctic conditions. I gleefully watched weird things on YouTube and speed-read heartfelt novels until three a.m. And, my personal favorite - didn't have to sharing my pillows another person, so I had room to snuggle with my laptop. Sigh, tonight my peace will be ruptured.
