My Side Of The Bed
It was our first home,
and our first bedroom together,
and the first time I had, or you had,
to pick a side of the bed to sleep on.
We share a bed, but we have our own
side of the bed, our own territory,
no obvious divisional feature to define
one side from the other, but there's
most definiately an ownership associated
with my side and your side of the bed.
I should carefully have picked, because
once selected one is stuck.
In that first bedroom I chose the side
that was furthest from the bathroom,
giving you what I considered to be
the better side. In the dozen or so bedrooms
shared since then I have often had
"the better side." After shoulder surgery
it was hard for me to lay on my left side,
and switching sides would have
enhanced nocturnal communication,
still, the switching of sides was, for us,
clearly not an option. After
fourteen thousand, two hundred and thirty-seven
nights with me on the left and you on the right
-- it just seems wrong to change sides.
One wonders how my life might be different
today had I picked differently
on our first nuptial night together.
Article submitted Tuesday, June 30, 2009 & read 1536 times.
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