
Thoughts I've had lately on sleeping arrangements:
I've lived with a boy, I've had boys (sadly, I feel the levels of intellectual/emotional attachment in my relationships do not warrant the use of 'man' at this time) spend the night. In the beginning, when it comes time to figure out the sleeping arrangement, I usually try to push the boy toward a couch/futon/floor. It's not that I don't like sleeping with other folks, it's just that determining sleeping arrangements takes on some sort of weird significance for me, more than "I love you." When asleep, I could accidentally kick someone, I could snore and ruin someone's rest (although I am a very light sleeper). If someone's sharing the bed with me, there are three things going on, 1. it's serious, and I may utter "I love you, " 2. we are extrememly good friends and I trust the guy friend completely, or 3. I'm too tired and/or drunk to care where anyone sleeps.
I'm pretty good about sticking to my guns when it comes to sleeping arrangements. Once I'm comfortable with someone, I don't want to curl up and sleep holding each other. It gets hot, I like to move a little in my sleep. I like boys who sleep back to back, side to side with me. I'm not worried he's going to run away in the middle of the night, I don't need to hold on tight.
While I'm pretty adamant about how I sleep with human beings, I'm a pushover when it comes to pets sleeping on my bed. Two nights ago, my small dog takes up the middle of the bed, and my body is contorted at the top of the bed, putting me into a crescent shape. Reading my book, I start getting a little comfortable. Then the cat jumps onto the book, and she makes many return visits to the book after I toss her off the book. I eventually gave up, got into my crescent shape again, and fell asleep.
I guess I should be grateful that the animals have moved to the living room by the time I wake up. I'm probably kicking them in my very light sleep:)