The first night was excruciating.
I kept twisting and turning
trying not to breathe
defying every urge to touch
struggling to let you sleep
struggling to sleep, myself.
I got maybe eight winks
the whole night through.

The comforter was comfortable enough
but I was sweaty
and then avoiding you even more
because of that sweat.
I was so hot that night
and you were hot every night,
of course.
Anyway, it was difficult.

It got easier as time went on
at least for me.
It seemed like it was smooth sailing
for you right away, though.
I guess I was a great sleep mate
from the start, huh?

Snoring?
Farting?
Kicking?
What the hell are you talking about?