Pillow talk

Today is one of the best days of the week. It is a day when I stay up late not worrying about getting up tomorrow. I will perhaps go to bed not earlier than 3am, draw the curtains to ensure a night of total sleeping pleasure. Before that, I will be watching all the Forensic, Medical Detective programmes on TV, together with CSI, Criminal minds...because Friday night is Crime night over here and woe betide anybody who dares even think about having the remote control. That is my property, especially on a Friday night. It might seem boring, ten years ago I would never have thought I'd stay in on a Friday night. But oh dear how things change as you get closer to your time-up alarm. Before, Friday night would mean a clubbing night pulling this hunk and that, the more foreign the merrier. You see, I never liked pillow talk. I never understand why women grumble because their men sleep after the you now what. That should make a woman proud. It means she's got her man so relaxed that he can drift off to sleep. Ten years ago, all I wanted after the you know what was to take a shower and make a quick exit. I was never one to spend the night, because by some freaky morbid intrinsic characteristic, I behaved very much like a black widow. Of course I did not kill the other party after the you know what, but I always suddenly went off the other party immediately after the big Oh Yes. I did not want anybody to hold me, talk to me, and basically listen to a load of crap. Because hunks do not necessarily have brains. Nor do the ones who are less gifted aesthetically. But then I wasn't after brains anyway. I see pictures of myself at 25 and I cannot believe how hot I was, but at the same time understand why I never went hunkless. Now, in a stable, steady relationship, I still do not like pillow talk. Now I'm in love, I never want to make a quick exit, but I do so want to sleep. My Mister thinks pillow talk is appropriate, because I have bagged an extremely kind, selfless and nice man... finally. After years of grasshopping from one man to another, which I like to think of as research, I have found the brains, as well as the heart. Perfect. But I still think that my pillow was made for sleeping and not for talking. And although sometimes being vocal in the bedroom is probably normal, it doesn't mean that it has to carry on to the pillow. I do not think that pillow manufacturers take into consideration that someone's bound to talk on them. I think they want to provide the most restful sleep possible. I'm not so sure about bed manufacturers. But that's another thing. It never occurs to me that cuddling up is a part of sleeping. I will always be mystified why mattresses come in double, king size, or queen size, when two single ones joined together would be just as good if not better. That way, if your partner is about to have a restless, tossing and turning night, you needn't be bothered. The you know what would work just as well too. And seeing that it doesn't have to happen in bed, then it could work all the more just as well. That would eliminate the need for pillow talk, because bathrooms, kitchens and sitting rooms do not have pillows. Hmm it's just a thought, but a valid thought nonetheless...