I usually sleep in a queen-size bed, so there’s lots of room in it when my partner sleeps over (even if she practically pushes me out of it sometimes — but I digress).
But last night we found ourselves sharing a single bed, and you can well imagine it was quite cozy, to say the least.
OK, a little more than the least: It was very romantic. It was fun. It was wonderful! And we got a pretty good sleep, too.
I mentioned to her this morning that couples who feel that the old spark is missing in their relationships might try the Single Bed Therapy approach. They would either emerge in the morning all lovey-dovey, or they would head straight to divorce court (if they didn’t kill each other first).
What do you think?