Stay tuned for the next entry in the diary: When she wants it all the time.

Since when does my girlfriend think it’s okay for her to squeeze her weighty little body into my twin-size bed?

There I am, tucked into my warm but tiny bed which is lofted almost five feet in the air, and my girl comes climbing up the side ladder.

She gives me an innocent look and a kiss as she pinches into the small space between me and the guard rail. I let it slide, just this once, so I don’t upset her. I lay, unable to stretch my man-body out on the already limited space, and wait for the morning sunrise.

She snores next to me with her dainty arm gripped around my chest. I feel like I could hate this moment. I don’t mind when she and I have breakfast together, or take catnaps with one another, watch movies, or hang out with each other’s buddies, but this… this is my sleep time.

She has overrun my quiet time and invaded my space, but I do love her. Now every evening she crawls into my special space.

I tell her once that I need a good night sleep and that she has her own bed, but I get her drunken, misunderstood tears in return. In this instance, I again let her sleep in my bed, underneath my soft, white down comforter that God has made for me.

The moral is, once you let the woman take up too much of your man space, you may never get it back. It is crucial that while in the dorms, one must protect their delicate areas of breathing space. Warning: Speak up before it’s too late.

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