Sleep, space, rest, comfort

Well, yesterday was stressful and draining for me so I collapsed into the bed last night. I came home from ensemble practice and after picking up my daughter from cheerleading, the day's wear was evident. This week has been hard. With missing my son at church camp, working hard on Monday night, and going to the doctor yesterday, last night the week caught up with me. I have heard of people who cannot sleep. I am not one of them. I have always been blessed with the ability to lay down and in just a few minutes I am out. We have a king size bed and only sleep on about 1/4 of it. If my husband scoots over I will follow him, in my sleep, so that we are touching. I like to tuck my feet under his legs. We have developed a pattern of sleeping over the years and I can't imagine trying to sleep without him. I have friends who talk about needing space and room in their bed, not me. There is comfort from sleeping. Warmth. Soft sheets. Clean skin. Ending the day with a few words. Knowing all is finished for the day. Ending the day with the same sleeping buddy I have had for 18 years. Knowing he doesn't mind my toes underneath him. Knowing he probably couldn't sleep without me.