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Sleeping with someone else will never be like sleeping alone.

Yes, I cannot describe how totally awesome it is. It means falling asleep as the little spoon every night, and someone to pet your head when you have a nightmare. And the whole waking up to the person you love, beautiful in the dappled sunlight, lazy morning sex routine is truly unbeatable.

But it also means that without a fuck off big bed and the ability to be comatose no matter what your environment (and without a care for the feeling and comfort of your bunkmate), completely solid night's sleep are fewer.

This may not be true for everyone, it may not even always be true for me. But I feel like after two years I should have settled into a pattern by now. And jesus, sometimes is it hard.

Not anyone's fault. Not unbearable. But sometimes, on small occasions of insomnia, oh do I miss that spread eagled, not a care in the world, crashing, blackness of sleep that you can have in complete solitude. a10 or 12 hour slab of solid, thick rest without interruption. That is some sort of bliss.