I used blame him for every morning's messy bedding. He rolls around all night, while I wake up in the same position I fell asleep. So, it seemed logical that the lopsided comforter and quilts on the floor were his fault.
Until he left. And I found myself sleeping on his side of the bed, on his pillow, under his quilt. At first, it was sentimental. It felt more normal, less strange than sleeping on my side, while his side was hollow. But then, I noticed that the messiness was also normal. Every morning, I'd wake in the same position, but the comforter would be halfway onto the floor, and the sheets tangled in a heap. What gives? I still don't understand it!
But, in any case, I'm realizing I can't blame Husband anymore.
Pretty sure his quilts are alive.
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