I don't like pajamas. Ideally I sleep in underwear (or nothing), occasionally I wear boxers (with or without tank-top), rarely I wear flannel trousers and a tshirt (Finnish Winter, anyone?). I prefer the window open, and often stick a limb or two outside the blanket.
Mrs. Purple's favourite sleepwear are long flannel pajama pants and at least a tshirt, if not long sleeve. Every now and then socks come into the equation too. You would think that Finns would be used to cold, but they are a complex people. Minus 30 outside? They'll tell you it's a lovely day to take a walk in the nature. But if it goes below 24 indoors, they start complaining about the breeze, shut the windows and get a sweater. Incidentally, rogue mosquitoes flying around our flat will invariably and determinedly find the only spots of bare skin on Mrs., and ignore me almost completely - she's obviously the sweeter one.
Mrs. Purple wakes up early in the morning (obviously, she actually works for a living). I struggle to open my eyes and say good morning and steal some hugs and kisses before she goes away (In her fabulous suits, which always make me want to jump on her and take the suit off) to the office, and I turn and sleep for another hour or two (like the unemployed student bum that I am).
I suffer times of depressingly endless insomnia (only worsened by my late mornings, of course). I can crawl into bed at 1 AM and still lie there awake until after three, staring into the dark. Mrs. Purple, as an unfortunate side affect of her early mornings, and despite being as much of a night owl as me, starts nodding off around 23:00, and has been known to miss the ending of many a movie.
I sleep in a straight line more or less, hands stretched, on my own side (the window side..), on my stomach or side. My Mrs. Purple sleeps jackknifed, in the middle of the bed, with Wonder Dog stealing half her leg space after sneaking up while we're asleep.
And in the middle of the night, when I creep into bed and try not to disturb her, I lie down and put my hands under my head. She rolls around with her eyes shut, rests her head on my arm and kisses my shoulder, and I melt. She loves me even when she's asleep.
Sleep / Melissa Etheridge
After your laughter like thunder
After your skin like coffee and cream
After it takes our bodies into the night
After we've come to the extreme
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I want to listen to your heart beat
And your breathing on and on
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to your peace
And go to sleep
And when we've gone a million miles
Made true our dreams with sweat and bone
After we've built it up with our bare hands
Made strong a place we can call home
And when the light in my eye is fading
When running water becomes too deep
Finally angels turn my fire to dust
And when my soul's no longer mine to keep
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Just inside your arm
I want to listen to your heartbeat
And your breathing on and on
I want to lay down on your shoulder
Surrender to the peace
And just go to sleep
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