That saying about being careful what you wish for is true. After almost nine years of being together, I still hate sleeping alone. I know that I have the cat to keep me company but my bed just feels empty without Mike. Actually, when the kitty isn't in bed with us, I actually get up and fetch her to come sleep with me. She sometimes resists by trying to bite me but, in the end, she stays and sleeps.
Before Mike leaves on business trips, I always say that I will enjoy having the bed to myself. That I can sleep across the bed if I need to. That I can just spread out all over. And, of course, when he leaves, I dread having to crawl into that bed without him there. I know... it's a bit pathetic and downright needy. But hey, I did wish for this when I was single. And, during those nine years, I have wished that he would move over. Often.
Truth is, I hate waking up without him nuzzling into me. Or having his arm draped over my neck almost choking me to death. Or hearing the whispered words "I love you", followed by his morning breath, as I wake up.
I know... I know. Pathetic. Be careful what you wish for. Later.