Single Bed, Part Deux


One of my favorite feelings is having my lover safe, sound and sleeping in my bed.

It is not his favorite feeling. I have a single bed and my boyfriend has long protested that choice. I get it. A single bed is supposed to be for one person. But I sleep on the edge so he has most of the space…

And full disclosure: I own a beautiful carved wood antique bed from the 1800s with the best queen mattress and sheets, but it’s so gorgeous, it needs a showroom, and for now I’m keeping it in its humidified storage. (High maintenance inanimate object.)

But, something happened. I was working an event. My boyfriend helped set up everything, transporting furniture in his commercial van. He did not tell me that he had an extra surprise in there. A bed. A full size. The death of my sanctuary. Then it was suddenly moved into my room, right past me through the door, by my roommate (traitor) and bf and as I stood in protest. My mom witnessed and said I was being ridiculous.

But why? What if I like a single bed?

Am I not allowed to make my own decisions in my own bedroom in my own adult life? I own this bedroom, I share it with no one and if I prefer a single bed, I certainly am allowed to have it. I wasn’t just insulted, but defeated.

I’m coping with the full bed. It’s basically just as small and therefore not worth the drama it brought, but sometimes, you just love what you have and don’t want to change it.


The Fabulousness of A Single Bed


People are always knocking the single bed. I’ll be the first to say, I love my single bed! It’s comfortable and cozy and is more than enough room for me.

I just can’t justify the extra space in a bigger bed. This is not to say I always sleep alone. My boyfriend sleeps comfortably in my bed with me, as do my (non-sleep-limb-flailing) friends and my little brother and my family puppy (all at different times, of course). Many have slept in my bed and had no complaints about space.

My childhood bed is a queen, but once I got my first apartment, I wanted more floor space. I’ve lived in several apartments since then, but never felt the need to move in my big, beautiful antique bed from my parents’ house.

Normally, I sleep on the edge of the bed, don’t spread out, and rarely move around, so why do I need a bed that takes up so much space in my room? For me, that space is more wisely invested in having a very open floor to move around on.

A bigger bed may be ideal for guests, but I sleep sort of half-off of it being on the edge, so guests essentially get the whole thing. Even when I sleep other places in bigger beds, I sleep on the edge. That childhood bed was almost a waste, except my grandmother slept in it when she visited. I wasn’t relegated to a sleeping bag in my brother’s room on the floor, because I was completely not noticeable as a sleeping companion taking up no space. She said I was the easiest person to sleep with because she didn’t even know I was there.

In my experience, a single bed is perfectly fine for one person, and is quite comfortable for two people who don’t spread out in sleep or have violent movements during their sleep. The only problem is if one of you snores…but that is an unfortunate issue that doesn’t change with bed size.