Do you sleep inside a cocoon?

Like a struggling butterfly!

Am I the only human cocoon in our midst? I know this sounds like a strange question but I think as you read you will begin to understand why I ask.

I am extremely cold-natured, totally opposite of my hubby and loving pet, Mr. Pugs. This is an important point because it will explain how I end up as a cocoon every night. Picture, if you will, crawling into bed, lying on your side, hubby snuggled to your back and Pug snuggled to the front. Normally, not a problem at all until you consider that you are under the comforter alone! Hubby is on top of the covers, leg and arm wrapped around me, Pug on top of the cover in front so close I could almost give birth to him. So, here I am in this cover cocoon that is wrapped like a plate of southern fried chicken in saran wrap!

But this gets even more interesting about 2 a.m. when nature calls and I realize that I must fight like a butterfly to free myself of this cocoon before I can attend the business at hand. Now, I begin to wiggle, twist, pull, push and any other means necessary to remove what seems like the 100 pound leg that is stapled across me in a vice-like grip as he sleeps like Rip Van Winkle. Once this task is accomplished, I begin to flop my arms to release the grip of his arm in the same type grip around my upper torso. Now, for step 3. Another Rip is in front of me and to be such a small dog, he seems to weigh 5 times as much when he is sleeping. Short of rolling him off the edge of the bad as that is where we normally end up, I need to maneuver around enough to get my hands around his body to phisycally remove him to the other side of the bed in order for me to be able to peel back the final layer of this cocoon that holds me captive.

All this time I am praying that there is no particular strain on the bladder area, which is almost impossible with these types of exercises. Once free from the cocoon, I can stumble to the floor, making a bee line for the bathroom, hoping nothing is in the dark pathway to the throne. This is one reason I have began leaving the living room lamp on.....just in case!

Once the task is done, I return to bed and once again I am engulfed inside the cover cocoon. I fall back to sleep picturing the struggle of the butterfly as he fights to free himself from his cocoon and spread his wings to fly. I expect that one night I will have nightmares about mother nature winning the race against time and leaving me with the blush of shame.

How wonderful it is to feel so loved and protected! But as much as I love it, I am wondering if you think a cattleprod for the nighstand table may be a good investment?

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mrs know it all 8 years ago from The Windy City Suburbs

Hi Bonnie, I have my own version of cocoon, but I get you. I sleep with a pillow between my legs, one under my head, one over my head, the cat at the bottom, and a favorite blanket wrapped around my middle - but the weird thing is I have to have my feet free and I'm not happy unless DH's leg is touching mine. I think it began after the kids were born and I was trying to avoid the 'noise' of their breathing waking me up (I'm a light sleeper)!


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commentonthis7 8 years ago

great hub


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Bonnie Ramsey 8 years ago from United States Author

Thanks for visiting and posting! I certainly know what you mean about the noises as I didn't mention the snoring competition that goes on between my trucker hubby and Pug lol. Sometimes I could swear I hear the windows rattling when they really get wound up! I think over all that little Pug is a clear winner, though! lol


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Zsuzsy Bee 8 years ago from Ontario/Canada

Bonnie! Everytime I go for a visit my grandaughters want to have a sleep over with Granma. Nothing amazes me more then how much a leg and an arm of a seven year old can weigh when its plastered to you. Or how much strength can be behind a three year olds flailing arms when they smack you across the head. Heaven forbid on nature calling. I just get one moved over when the second one clamps down the duvet again. Definitely not the most restful sleep but I cherish every bruise. Great HUB regards Zsuzsy


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Bonnie Ramsey 8 years ago from United States Author

I couldn't agree more! It beats the heck out of feeling alone for sure. I really miss that struggle when he is out on the truck overnight or driving the night shift! I just have to laugh about these things so that they don't become so annoying that it causes a problem lol. And grandkids are definitely a whole new demention of struggle in bed! I know exactly what you mean about the flailing arms! And I, too, cherish it all!


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MtnMan56 7 years ago

Wonderful hub! I can so relate owning a Pug myself.No wait!

He owns me!


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kathryn1000 6 years ago from London

Absolutely great.So funny!!

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