Weeks ago The Fella and I were lying in my bed just waking up when I turned to him and said, “This isn’t working.”
“I know,” he replied with a sigh.
The time had come to admit a hard truth: We had outgrown my double bed.
I thought for a moment then asked, “Have we gotten fatter? Why does the bed seem smaller?” But the bed hadn’t shrunk and we hadn’t grown in girth, it’s just that these things “happen.” When you first start dating the bed seems big because you are enraptured. You sleep tangled up in each other, not minding sweaty limbs and morning breath. You never disdainfully inquire if they ate pepperoni that day. You don’t complain about toenails that need to be clipped poking your leg during slumber. (Okay, I do. Right off the bat.They were like daggers I tell you!) You are shaving your legs because you want them to be touched.
And then a year goes by and the smallness of the bed is felt.
So I got up and within an hour had purchased a queen sized bed frame from West Elm. It arrived a week later but I’d spent so much on it I couldn’t afford to buy the mattress so it sat in boxes waiting to be built for weeks. Then this past weekend I forked over the dough for a brand new mattress with those individual spring coils so that when one person is moving around the other person does not move. No, seriously- we tested it out. It is awesome. I slept on it last night and I have to say that if you’re looking for me in the next week or so, I’ll be in bed. It’s that comfortable and well, I spent all my money until next pay day.
It’s a major moment for me though- to have a real bed for the first time in my adult life purchased with my very own money.
I’m such a grown up.
I await the real test. . . The Fella sleeping over. I wonder if we will find ourselves entangled because all of sudden there is so much room to move? Like how you want something close because you feel it moving away. Or is that just me?