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sleeping alone

The past 6 months I have been sleeping in a bed size "Talla 1 1/2" which is probably smilar to a queen size, or a little bigger. I have never had a big bed before, always a nice little twin, so this big bed was quite a treat for me. But I noticed that sleeping in a big bed made me so aware of the fact that I was sleeping alone. Everytime I stretched my arm out and found empty bed area, I felt like something, or someone is missing. This isn't a big deal, but last night for the first time in 6 months I slept in my new smaller bed. And as I was falling to sleep I noted the difference. I felt content to be sleeping alone. Granted, the bed is so small that no one else could fit even if they wanted to. But that gave me a feeling of peace. No one is missing from my bed. Some day if I get married, I will get to have a big bed, and I will get to share it. And the moments of stretching out my arm will find someone lying next to me. but for now, the smaller bed is perfect.

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Kallie said…
I have my first queen and love it. All of me fits on my bed, down to the last toe. When I lie down at night and when I wake up in the morning, I feel like I'm living this life of luxury...best 50 bucks I ever spent (thank you craigslist). But when the time comes, I'd be ok to share.
Jen Smith said…
Sorry if this is a double comment, my internet went down when I clicked ok last time.

I'm so bummed to be missing you in SLO, Becka! I'll be in the UK July 26-Aug 22nd, but I know the congregation will be glad to see you. We'll catch each other in person eventually though! Love you.
Unknown said…
Yeah...you'll share your bed ...AFTER GOING THROUGH THE CORRECT PROCEDURE!!!
You cheeky monkey you (forgive me...I'm in England..and you know...when in Rome do...)!

God Bless.
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