Our bed has arrived, and it is everything that I dreamed. Last night I slept so far away from Kendrick that my isolation and comfort was actually confusing and kept waking me up. We had the exact right amount of middle-of-the-night contact: one of my ankles hooked under his leg, and that is it. (He had migrated across the tundra and on top of me by 7AM, but we’ll deal with that problem later.)
Only one issue: I don’t know why the camera didn’t accurately convey this…but the bed is seriously like four feet tall. It comes up above my waist, and I am not that short of a person; if I were, I would require actual assistance to board the thing.
Anyway, Sleepy’s is sending the right frame on Friday – something called “low-profile”. Until then, it’s all very entertaining and similar to sleeping on top of a mountain.
