There are those nights that I wished I could sleep with someone. Not in a sexual way, but to have someone sleep next to me. Despite that frustration I get when the other person takes up all the blanket, I find it comforting when someone sleeps with me. There’s that not only physical, but sensual warmth you feel when someone’s next to you—a warmth that my favorite blankie or stuffed animal can’t radiate.

Like last night…for three days this unusual pain in my abdomen has been haunting me and last night the pain was still present when I hopped into bed. I curled up into a fetal position to ease the pain and to give myself something to hold, I held my moose pillowpet up to my stomach. I felt helpless and lonely really. I wished for a certain friend to be next to me, saddened by the fact that that would never happen. 

I love those scenes in all the movies where the distressed protagonist is hugged to sleep by the lover or good friend in a non-sexual way. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be hugged to sleep. I can’t imagine how comforting that would be. For someone to be there listening to your sobs and to embrace you in the simplest of ways.