There are many reasons I love my husband. One such reason became apparent to me the other day, when I asked if the DreadBrewer would mind if I slept in the guest room for a night because I wanted to spread out and “sleep like a starfish.” He looked at me and said, “Honey, you already sleep like a starfish.”
I love him because this is true. I sleep spread out and basically in command of the bed, while he sleeps huddled on the edge with a sliver of blanket. ((It’s all payback for making me fall asleep every night to books on tape.Who does that?!? My husband. And now, after a decade, I’ve been
ruined converted and need a tape myself to fall asleep.))
This is Lionel. I got him as a reward for being on swim team when I was five. So he is now almost 25 years old.
Because yes, I am almost 30 years old and I still sleep with a stuffed animal. There. I’ve said it.
But he is the perfect length and shape to fit between my legs and my arms at the same time. And I love him dearly.
So, when I ask the DreadBrewer for a free pass to sleep like a starfish in the guest room and he says yes, for whose benefit is he really giving in?