Too Close For Comfort

Have you ever had to share a bed with a sibling?  I am sure most of us have and from time to time it creates interesting circumstances and fun stories.  I never really liked sharing a bed with my brother because he is all lanky and sprawls out everywhere.  I actually have a very awkward and funny story about that while in Albuquerque on the way to Swaziland but I don't want to tell that now.  Sharing beds was inevitable when we were younger and traveling because we often didn't stay somewhere with four extra beds.  However, when the two sharing beds are twenty-two and twenty-six respectively, you would think things get a little more civilized. 

NOT!

Since my sister came over for a while and we also have an uncle and little cousin that recently moved in, the spare beds were all used up and her and I ended up sharing a king size bed.  That's right.  King size.  Plenty of room so we don't have to touch each other.  Oh, and did I mention that my 5'4" sister is like six months pregnant with twins?  Yeah, so I was sharing a bed with my super-pregnant sister but with plenty of buffer zone in between so no one starts cuddling.  The only problem is that I am spastic.

Many of you who know me can attest that nearly every aspect of my life is spastic.  I move in quick, unforeseen jolts, I go on long trips with only a day's preparation, I spend money or begin big projects with only a moment's thought. 

My spastic nature carries over into my sleep cycles apparently because two nights in a row I guess I flung my arm over at some ridiculous time of the night and smacked my sister in the arm or something.  I think I poked her with my foot.  She poked me once.  It was just too close for being so far away.  So I stacked some pillows between us and I still smacked her the next night OVER the two-high pillows.  She said she feels sorry for my future with who will probably be taken into protective custody due to the bruises she receives from my flailing during the night.  Eventually I stopped hitting her.  Maybe it was how far over she was to the edge of the bed or the re-positioning of the pillows, but finally she wasn't assaulted by my whip-like limbs and we both got to sleep in peace. 

I guess the point of this story is that regardless of how old you get, sleeping in the same bed as your sibling just isn't meant to be; fighting is inevitable. 

Good night,
Joshua