Last night I slept in the middle of the bed.
It may seem like a strange statement but I’ve been separated for over a year and a half now and still sleep on “my” side of the bed.
Until last night when all of a sudden out of nowhere I realized it.
This bed is mine. I don’t have to concede to anyone while I am in it. I don’t have to share the blankets. I don’t have to try not to take up too much space. I don’t have to worry if I can’t sleep and end up tossing and turning. I can get up as often as I need to to go to the bathroom. I’m not going to disturb anyone or make anyone grumpy.
I don’t have to fall into my waking pattern of being small and sleep small as well. This bed is a queen sized bed...made just right for a queen. It’s my bed. I’m the queen.
There is an old saying about laying in the bed you made.
This bed is mine. And last night I slept in the middle of it.
Bigger than life and wearing my crown.