Mine. It’s All Mine. My Bed. Mine…

… This morning I woke up phenomenally grateful for my bed and the fact that I don’t have to share it with anyone.

You see, I’m a bit selfish when it comes to my bed and my sleep, being the light sleeper that I am. Having once been married to a snorer, I used to lay awake at night listening the thunderous honking coming from my ex-husband’s side of the bed, resentfully seething at his ability to sleep through his own noise.

I was thoroughly convinced that sharing a bed with your spouse was the leading cause of divorce.

Now that problem has since removed itself from my life, and I’ve been single a decade this month. It hasn’t been the easiest ten years, having succumbed to fits of exhaustion, frustration, loneliness, and self pity over the years. But I tell you what …

I love my bed and I love my sleep.

I always get the cool side of the bed, the cool side of the pillow, and all the blankets to with as I please. I sleep 100% uninterrupted by someone else’s kicks, tosses, farts, and snores. I wake up refreshed and it’s glorious.

I know having to not share my heavenly queen sized bed is really just a small thing. But it’s my small thing.

And that’s really all any of us can do – be grateful for all the small things.