I'm not looking for an ideal, but if it exists, it should obviously be prepared for the peculiarities of my nature 😉. I sleep across the bed. Not figuratively, but literally. Space for me is like freedom 🕊️. And while someone neatly lays down along the mattress, I manage to occupy the diagonal, throwing one leg on the pillow, and the other almost on the bedside table 🦵🛏️.
For someone, this is chaos. For me, it's comfort. This is my way of living the night as sincerely as the day: without frames and restrictions ✨. I can fall asleep instantly and roll over just as suddenly, stealing the blanket and half of other people's plans for a good night's sleep 😅. I've been told that it's cute until the moment when a man ends up on the edge of the bed.
I don't mind giving up space, but habit dictates its own. I need to feel free even in my sleep, otherwise I'll wake up with that very feeling that I've been restricted 🔥. Men come and go, but my diagonal stays with me ❤️.
I don't expect anyone to change me. The ideal man for me is not the one who endures, but the one who accepts. He won't try to teach me to "sleep normally." He'll lie down next to me, get comfortable, or find his own comfortable corner 😏.
Yes, it's hard for me to meet my man. Not because I'm too demanding or picky. But because a real match requires more than matching characters or interests. We even need to match in how we sleep 😉.
I don't promise quiet nights. I promise real ones - alive, with warmth, movement and that feeling when there is a person nearby who doesn't need to explain why I'm lying across 💫🔥
Inna💋