On Not Sleeping Alone
As long as I can remember, I never liked sleeping with another person. Inevitably that other person would fall asleep first, leaving me to listen to breathing....or snoring.....and wait for sleep to come to me.
Now that the weather has cooled down, I sleep with two dogs instead of just one. And every night the bed time ritual is exactly the same.
I open the bed about a half hour before bedtime, which allows them time to take their respective positions: Casey Mae, right in my spot, head on my pillow, and Jet, the giant flat coated retriever, sprawled out over the rest of the space.
As I get into bed, I gently remind Casey Mae that it STILL is my spot. She begrudgingly moves over to the other pillow. As I slide underneath the covers, Jet stands up and waits for me to get situated.
Then, they both press firmly into me and we all become one solid pile.
I am happy, safe and secure. And sleep comes easy for me.