Three in the Bed

If you tuned in here expecting to read about some wild sexual exploit you will be sorely disappointed and I suggest you go look somewhere else.

Last night Ben came into our bedroom complaining of a nightmare. I half opened my eyes, saw daylight and told him to get into our bed. I could count on both hands the number of times he has been allowed in our bed (and have some free digits)! It's been a long time since the last time and after last night will be a long time, if ever until the next time. I now realise it wasn't daylight I saw, unless I didn't actually open my eyes and dreamt I saw daylight.

So I ended up in the middle of the bed with very little room. Ben promptly fell asleep, as did Joules and I was left there lying dead straight scared to move in case I woke someone up. I have to add that I usually sleep curled up with the duvet wrapped around and tucked under me yet one foot is always sticking out for air. I had so little room so that I didn't know what to do with an arm and it ended up above my head. I don't know how long I lay like this but it felt like forever, I was very uncomfortable and my arm had gone dead. I just nodded off to sleep when Ben woke up and told me he had a pain in his tummy. I mumbled something about sleep making sore tummies better and returned to my wakeful corpse unable to move in the middle of the bed. Just as I was nodding off for the second time my alarm went off and up I got making a mental note to never, ever let Ben in the bed again!