I can’t sleep. I never sleep. Why the hell is it that impossible for someone to sleep? As much as I love “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia,” watching reruns ’til 4am is not a healthy lifestyle for a full time college kid who has to juggle school, 2 jobs, and the constant battle to stay sane in a city like Los Angeles.
I lay in bed and wonder why I feel so desolate sometimes. Why can’t I just jump in bed and drift away to Lalaland? I’ve tried drinking milk (according to filipino parents warm milk will put you to bed), I’ve tried listening to my ipod, I’ve tried turning on the good ol’ boob tube, and I’ve even tried some Tylenol PM for my headaches, but nothing’s worked.
Going to a doctor to get sleeping pills just doesn’t seem like something I want to do. Medicinal weed can be prescribed for insomnia; I’ll pass on that.
After thinking long and hard about it, I came to this sad realization: I cannot sleep in bed alone. The thought makes my tummy turn.
It’s comforting having people to wake up to. I think that’s why I can’t sleep. I enjoy sleeping with someone in the same bed as me. I don’t mean I necessarily need a person to get physical with every night (doing the daily grind just doesn’t tickle my fancy if there’s no feelings involved), but I like the company, their presence. I like having that secure feeling that someone is there beside me, even if they’re dozing off into their own dreams, battling ninjas, winning the jackpot, etc.
It’s funny though, how mature adults can sleep in the same bed and it means nothing but comfort. Something simple and platonic. Sounds strange, but best friends of the opposite sex make the best sleeping partners. It has nothing to do with sex. Thank God my guy friends are completely sane and totally not into me in that way… Or so I hope.
Minus the morning breath, sleeping company is wonderful. Bring your toothbrush!
I totally see why guys live with their dogs, well into their late 40′s. They have that comfort of having someone there that won’t nag, PMS, or get crazy menstrual psycho woman on their ass (although dogs will not make you breakfast, wear sexy panties to get a rise out of you, etc).
It’s possible that girls get puppies because they need their own sense of companionship, just like men. Girls don’t like getting treated like shit by a good majority of guys, the ones unlike John McGregor who has confirmed that he is “representative of the better half of men out there.” It’s much easier to seek acceptance from a guy (in the form of a male puppy). Little Skipper won’t tell you you’re a slut for wearing too short of a skirt, won’t ignore your calls or texts messages, or will forget your anniversary.
So puppies it is! Spooning friends, cuddle buddies, and just some damn good company, I welcome you.
Enough said.
Author: K.Marie
