Sleeping Beauty

Instead of waking up with any amount of gusto this morning, I lazed in bed and slapped angrily at my alarm for a good extra hour plus.  Sometimes snuggling keeps me in bed, sometimes the cold dark abyss of the morning keeps me in bed, but this morning it was my new obsession. 

my BED.

In a fit of discomfort I unceremoniously threw my old mattress off the loft and left it sitting up against the wall in protest of its remarkable ability to transform into a taco.  Usually I'm a huge fan of tacos, any kind really... beef, chicken, bean... but in the instance of my bed, its uncanny resemblance to a inverted parabola was not only disrupting my sleep patterns, but making it damn near impossible to sleep in any arrangement other than rolled on top of The Boy.  Not that i mind that most of the time, but it becomes obnoxious when any attempt to separate bodies results in rolling back down to the pit of the taco. 

Anyway, long story short I began a search for a bed replacement and stumbled upon the somewhat geriatric, definitely gimmick based "Sleep Number" bed.  Of all the things not to buy in large indoor malls, I'm fairly certain that mattresses rank pretty high on the list, but I fell into the alluring trap of "pressure diagnosis", "pillow customization" and the appealing digital remote that adjusts my new bed at my every whim. (did I mention I have control issues??)

Unlike my usual spending habits which operate under the general protocol of "I want it, it's pretty, I bought it," I decided to put an unusual amount of time and energy into researching bed options (read: at least 2 days of thought).  Several friends had suggestions for me, ranging from "just sleep on the floor, its natural" to "My Dux bed is the best $12k I've ever spent."   I found spending five digits on a bed about as appealing as sleeping on the shag carpet of my loft, but I certainly appreciated the suggestions even if I chose to ignore them for the promise of "customized sleep systems." (aside from the fact that if I spend $12,000 on a bed, it damn well better fly and make me sexier when laying on it).

So we pulled the trigger on the sleep number bed (/glorified air mattress). And for the first few nights i was having serious buyer's remorse.  My back still hurt, the foam top was hot and uncomfortable and I just wasn't buying into the satified rested smiles of the all-american-couples smiling from the "individually adjusted" sides of the bed in all of the brochures. 

<---- Satisfied Happy Couples, sleeping soundly, no back pain

BUT I persevered, each night I adjust my number, up or down, and then BAM.  25.

25.  Magic.  Cloud like heavenly bliss.  Not since the womb have I experienced the sort of suspended, gently cocooned feeling of 25.  Basically you get to adjust the "air chambers" from 0-100, which puts 25 somewhere along the lines of "saggy" at best, but holy crap its AMAZING.  It's perfect, and I've never slept better.

The really remarkable part is that because my side is so much squishier than The Boy's, that when he gets out of bed and leaves me there (a la this morning) I can have a fake snuggle with the seam between our air chambers.  I just roll right up against the ridge and presto! instant bed snuggle. 

Who knew that not only would I be replacing the taco, but I'd also end up with a boyfriend backup! TA DA!

25 is even more magic than I thought...

Too bad McCloud ended up with the Taco For Two bed...