Monty, looking innocent |
Actually, he's a bed hog. (Get it? Tee hee.)
Monty sleeps in between The Guy and I. He has two positions he likes to take. One: straight horizontal. Head against The Guy, butt aimed at me, legs splayed front and back. Two: straight vertical. Back against The Guy, feet pushing at me. He takes up a lot of space.
Now I usually can keep my half of the bed. Our own personal bed hog means that The Guy is lucky if he can keep a third. If The Guy moves at all, Monty is moving with him. Which means, over the course of the night, Monty nearly pushes The Guy off the bed.
I have been sleeping on my own side, so I didn't really notice how bad it had gotten. This week I spent more time trying to make sure Monty stayed more in the middle. To give The Guy a break.
It worked. The Guy had his half of the bed back. And instead of being crowded, he instead got assaulted. The first night, I flung a hand out in my sleep and smacked him in the nose. The second night, I moved my arm and punched him in the face. The third night? I brought my elbow down straight on the top of his head at six in the morning.
I realized that Monty wasn't trying to take over the bed all this time. He was trying to protect The Guy from my flailing limbs.
You are violent in bed. No wonder I don't have any grandkids.
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