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?