How they’d, finally adapted, to sleeping and sharing a bed, with their different preferences in how to use the quilts, translated…
Our friends visited on the weekends, and made the decision to stay overnight, and because there wasn’t enough quilts and sheets, my husband gave up his cherished quilt, and in the evenings, he’d shared the covers with me.
this would be the “before”…comic found online…
I’d recalled how when we were newlyweds, we’d once tried sleeping under the same covers, and felt, that only by sharing the same covers, we could fit ourselves to that image of having a perfect marriage. Unfortunately, the reality, wasn’t, so kind. The song about love and being close, couldn’t win over the fights over the quilts in the nights. We’d stayed like this for three months, and, we’d, gone to the wholesales place, and bought another smaller quilt, and started our lives of, “You may sleep under the same covers as I, but don’t you try to grab my quilt away from me”, the practical side of this love we’d come to share.
Slowly, there were, the variations of how our two quilts managed to adapt to our lives in the various stages—from the two beds, two quilts during our child’s infancy, to their toddler years of having two quilts on one bed (and, our two quilts were separated by our child’s head), until we’d had our second child, the three quilts that are on the two beds, and not to mention, how the limited space of our rental home this past six months, when all of us squished ourselves onto one large bed, and, we’d, welcomed, the warring era of an assortment of colored and various sizes of quilts. And my husband and I, got used to have our separate quilts that we can sleep in, until last weekend.
and this would be after they’d worked it out…
photo from online…
That evening, as my husband stayed in the living room, hosting the party for our friends, the kids and I went to bed first. In the middle of the night, I was half awake, and felt, so very warm, and I’d thought, uh-oh, looks like I got the quilt tonight. I’d opened up my eyes immediately, to check to see if my husband’s been left out in the cold, I saw him, sound asleep, inside his covers, and, the quilt that he had, was mine.
At that very moment, I’d felt, especially moved.
Since when, we’d, no longer needed to verbalize our most comfortable positions in bed, to make this common space and warmth. In the seven-and-a-half years of marriage, not only did we gain two children, it’d also, made us learn how to share that same quilt quietly. Turns out, the key to sharing the same covers, is not putting up with each other’s bumping into ourselves underneath the sheet, but to give ourselves, to time, to change, to finally, make a pair, that’s, fitted right to each other’s life.
And so, it took this couple SEVEN years, to finally adapt to one another’s sleeping patterns, and this can be broadened to other aspects of the lives that two people shared too, but sometimes, it’s these, smallest matters that can break up and tear apart a marriage, but this couple managed to adapt themselves, to the separate sleep patterns that they had kept from before they were wed.
Life, the Obstacle Course 