For as long as I can remember, I’ve already slept on the right side of the bed. That is, when you’re facing it, I’m on your left. When I’m in it, the right. I did this before I was married, and I continued to do it with Ryan. In fact, when I moved to Japan, I tried to sleep on the other side, but it gave me such anxiety that I didn’t get a wink those first few days. We switch it up, and I was happy. After moving home, I continued the trend, never moving to the middle of the bed. There’s always been a right side of the bed for me.
Unfortunately for me, my window is not on that side of the bed. It opens to the other side, which means I don’t really get the benefit of cool night air, so I’ve started to taking to sleeping on the wrong side of the bed. Only, now, it doesn’t feel quite so wrong. It feels a little cooler, and it certainly was strange at first, but I’m sleeping as well as I can for sleeping in a 90-degree room.
It won’t stick. I’ll be glad to go back to the “right” side, but it’s interesting that it doesn’t bother me so much now. I wonder what happened.