The Midnight War For My Bed
Nov 5 · 1 min read
It always starts around midnight.
He pushes against me.
I ignore it for the most part but sometimes I push back.
Every time I move he shifts closer, taking the small buffer I finally made for myself.
Don’t get me started on the blankets. His constant tossing and turning forces the blankets off the bed. That is when he’s not rolling them up…

