There is something so magically wonderful about clean sheets, about a freshly made bed with covers smoothed and pillows fluffed. This is not one of those times.
Last night when we got into bed, the covers were just all wrong. There was no getting comfortable. My husband groaned, "Why are the covers only coming up to our belly buttons?"
The logical explanation is the monster under the bed was pulling the covers his way and we split it down the middle. Everyone had covers to their bellies and no further. With a herculean pull, my husband wrestled the covers from the grip of that under the bed monster, and we were able to cocoon ourselves in a nest of well worn, dog furred, ragged edged blankets and quilts.
That lasted about five minutes for me, then I had to throw back the covers (on my side only, because I am aware that my bed mate does not run hot like me) and search out one last bit of cold sheet......
I heard a weird noise and thought it could have been a monster (the under the bed monster getting chilled?) but it turned out it was my son exercising after we'd gone to bed. I think the monster theory makes more sense then the late night exercising!