I snore. My ex-boyfriend told me it was terrible, but honestly how bad could it REALLY be??
However if I consider the way my mothers’ snoring is like a freight train coming through the room I could imagine that there were probably a lot of sleepless nights when we were together. The sound is loud and although I try and blame my diveted septum, which I found out I had maybe 6 months ago it doesn’t really help or stop the pain for the other party involved.
I tend to hog the bed curling myself in the blanket and dominating every inch of it. I sometimes wonder how I ever lived without my queen size bed because it never seems big enough anymore. I only sleep with one very thin pillow and a pillow case that I have had for the last 22 years. I only have the best sleep when I have it.
I stopped dreaming for about a year and half after I moved to Brooklyn. When I finally did they were either super sexual, super violent, or I was losing my teeth. I have only recently started getting back to normal dreaming where I have super powers mostly ones that involved climbing or shooting laser beams.
I wish I could sleep anywhere or I smiled when I slept like her. Although I am afraid I am not as graceful and if you were to take a photo of me when I was in a deep sleep my mouth would be gaping wide open and I would most definitely would be drooling.