Elephant in my Room
It isn’t what you imagined as you stripped the white sheets from your bed and then decide to strip the mattress pad too because it’s probably been too long since you’ve tossed that into the washer, never thinking that an ordinary mundane task will stop you in your tracks.
Standing there with a mound of cotton in your arms, you gaze on the side of the bed you sleep on and see an indentation of your body; evidence of one small body occupying one very large bed. You see that the other side looks like a brand new mattress.
You have loved your bed until this moment. Fuck you, bed.
You consider getting a twin bed. You think to yourself that as soon as you do, you will meet someone who’s bed worthy. Isn’t that the way things are supposed to go? You know, like as soon as you give that sweater away to Goodwill that you haven’t worn in six years, you will want to wear it. Or that kitchen gadget you’ve tossed. Now you really need it. Something like that, anyway. A fleeting thought.
No, you aren’t going to get a smaller bed. You are going to start sleeping on the other side of the bed to prolong the life of the mattress and then at some point, switch again.