The Princess and the Pea

Do you remember the story of the Princess and the Pea? They were testing a young woman to see if she was really a princess. They had her sleep on several thick mattresses with a small pea underneath one of them. When the inquired as to how she slept, she replied "dreadful, there was something poking me all night in the bed". I believe that's how the story goes.

Anyway, that story came to me tonight as I was making my bed. See, I don't make my bed when I wake up in the morning. Instead, I make it when I get home or right before I go to bed. I arrange the sheet and comforter and when it almost resembles a hotel bed I throw myself in. Weird huh?

The funny thing is that when I don't make my bed (too tired, drunk, sick), I wake up feeling unrested and antsy in the morning. And, during the night, I'm plagued by odd dreams.

And then I got to thinking some of the guys I used to date. One guy, let's call him "Dumped at the Altar" (not by me, mind you) was fanatical about his bed. When it would come time to do the deed, he would gently place his decorative suede pillows on the floor, fluff his sleeping pillow, turn back the comforter, slide underneath the sheets and carefully smooth the comforter over him. He was not one of the freakier ones in the bunch if that's not already obvious. And when the deed was done a good 45 minutes to hour later (I love sleeping with men on antidepressants) he would fix up the bed before we would nap.

I always slept great in his bed.