CLXXIV: Between the Sheets

Okay, I'm suffering from a bit of blogck this week, so I thought of having a scandalous title and then seeing what magic my fingers create on the keyboard. Here goes.

Interpret this as you must, but of all the places and possessions I frequent or own, my bed is the one space that I am most fussy about. I don't know when all this tomfoolery began, but I think it must have started when I bought my current mattress, the Serta Perfect Sleeper, back in the fall of 2005. It was my first big purchase (well, partly since my parents paid for half of it) and it is a dream to sleep on because of the memory foam pillow top. And don't get me started on my Egyptian cotton sheets. Smeek swears by their luxuriousness. Loudly.

Alas, I digress. As I said, I can't pinpoint the exact moment or thought process that started it all, but I soon began to have some strict rules for me and my bed. These include(d):

1. Always air out the room before setting the bed. Preferably for a few hours. I like my bedroom to have fresh air.
2. Always shower before sleeping.
3. Only wear the "bed-pyjamas" in bed after showering. I.e. if there will be an extended period of time between showering and going to bed, first wear a set of pyjamas set aside for this occasion and then change to the bed-pyjamas before sleeping.
4. Designate one side of each pillow for clean hair and one side for unclean hair. (I wash my hair every other day.)
5. There is to be minimal contact between the bed and outdoor clothes. Exception: when folding clothes.

I may have forgotten something but these are the golden bed rules. Judge me as you will.

When friends sleep over I do not apply these rules to them--that would be mean and very inhospitable of me. But I do get slightly anxious for a few moments, and truth be told, I prefer having the whole bed to myself so that I can sprawl out and not worry about knocking into someone or accidentally spooning them (sorry, RaeRae).

If I invite you to sleep over it's because I trust and love you. I don't share my bed with just anyone. And the same goes with my heart.