Jul 11, 2010

Shared bed



Somewhere once I read about the pure act of sharing your bed with someone. Share it just for sleep, nothing more.

When we sleep is a intimate moment. Sometimes you sleep with the person you love, the person with whom you decide to share most intimate things. To let a "stranger", an outsider come into your bed could be an difficult act. First comes the silence just before falling asleep, the "finding the right moment" on which you or the other decide not to say something else

When we sleep is a intimate moment. Sometimes you sleep with the person you love, the person with whom you decide to share most intimate things. To let a "stranger", an outsider come into your bed could be an difficult act. First comes the silence just before falling asleep, the "finding the right moment" on which you or the other decide not to say something else, you let the silence fall between the bodies filling it all. Happens that one fall asleep before than the other, leaving one person bearing the emptiness in a crowded bed. For moments you can sleep, but now and then have to wake up when the questions start to fill your head:

"Is the other comfortable?" "Are you taking so much place, or making noises?" "When is the right time to wake up?", but most of all "Why is that person hugging the blankets while you're freezing?".

My main problem is the unconscious need of hugging. Could be anything, but what about when, in the middle of the night there's something bigger than Teddy, a pillow or just the blankets piled next to you. The need of hug becomes bigger, stronger, unavoidable. The moment never comes and the movement that could take you to do such act gets caught in the middle of it, in the middle of its natural course.

What would happen if, then, you don't stop and the reach of your arm gets the other in your embrace ? Would it be a moment of misunderstanding in the next morning ? The words would come, angry even, perhaps, perhaps nothing would happen and the other would take your arm away, could even, let it there and that's it.

I've shared my bed not too many times, with not too many persons. I shared it last night with a friend, and this morning I had to say: "Next time I'll make you my Teddy Bear".

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