24th
It’s a fact that every man I’ve dated has slept on his stomach. Even now, peacefully surrendering to his dreams, he drapes an arm around me and pulls me into the nook of his elbow. His breathing is mostly still except for the times when he “makes noise”, which is what he’s taken to calling my occasional snoring (only during allergy season, to be clear). He is solid and warm, marking me even in sleep as his with just his arm. He rarely moves.
I fall asleep on my side, my back turned to him so perhaps he will kiss my shoulder blades before we try to sleep. I start on my side and roll fitfully through the night onto my back, to the other side, occasionally on my stomach. My foot rubs his calf gently as I ease myself back into sleep again and again. I move through the night, away from him and towards, all at once. I always wake up before him, my side of the bed a tangle with the sheets half off; he is steady as ever. I wonder at this complete surrender to sleep, at the inability of my mind to to be still. I slide closer and under his arm which rests on my stomach, my soft hip to his sharper one and I rest.
I rarely sleep over with guys or have them sleep over because I am a really light sleeper and will wake up over any small movement. The only guy I’ve been able to sleep comfortably with was not the best sex ever, but he was a great kisser and so nice to just be in bed with and cuddle and caress each other. And he didn’t move at all, or snore. He drooled a bit, but no biggie. I kinda miss him, because the guy I slept with after that ended had a tendency to talk in his sleep. In Swiss German.
