Nesting
It takes several attempts at the perfect position for me to fall asleep. Everything has to be just right or it’ll drive me crazy until I fix it. Air too cool across exposed skin? Cover it. Finger hanging over the edge? Move it. Pillow not evenly tucked into my side? Adjust it. And then after all that I need to try laying on my other side just in case it’s more comfortable over there, until finally I melt into it and sigh. Every man that’s ever *tried* sleeping with me says the same thing “Are you comfortable now?”
These are the delicious layers and colors and softness that makes up my cozy nest.
