An Incriminating Photo

Once upon a drama club trip to Chicago, I slept in a double bed with our friend Nicole, and Ben shared one with our friend Eric. In a debriefing the next day, the two of them declared that if Ben and I were ever to get married, we would need the. biggest. bed. possible.

I know I'm a bit of a bed hog. I like to sleep on the diagonal, in the fetal position, or, preferably, both. It's a trait I share with my sister Teresa, and as I discovered this fall, this trait has been passed down to Teresa's daughter as well. But Ben is no contained sleeper either. He often takes over the center of the bed, and more than once, I've been the victim of flailing arms and elbows.

We daily discuss who is the bigger bed hog, telling each other the unthinkable things we do in our sleep. One morning this week, Ben came dancing into the bedroom with the camera: "Look at the photo I got last night":

If you look toward the left, you see my toes peeking out of the covers. This is what I get for leaving the camera on the kitchen counter.