sleep in my bed

I was pondering for a really long time why I wouldn’t sleep in my bed. Sleeping on the couch for almost two years was interesting. Having a perfectly good bed.. and that is an understatement because my bed is like a little slice of heaven and the couch was a twill nightmare.

Okay, at first I told myself that it was because it was too comfortable and I wouldnt get up for work in the morning if I was that comfortable. I suppose to some degree this is correct.. being a morning person is easier when you are dying to actually get up due to discomfort.

Well here is the thing I realized that I don’t like sleeping alone. So I would park it on the couch with the tv and and listen to the tv all night. Its funny how you realize that you have always been a certain way, when I was little I religiously slept with my parents and then when my brother was super little I would sleep in his bed with him. My room mate and I slept in the same bed… I could explain it and rationalize it for hours. Realistically it all boils down to being afraid to be alone.

Also, you know how different places remind you of different things? When I lay down in bed I think of all the different people that have been in my life to some capacity…its like the bed connects all these different parts of my life, people I loved and lost, good times and heartbreaking times. Its just so strange to see how it all ties in to that.

I feel so insane rationalizing it but it makes so much sense.