the rix mix

Woke up this morning feeling I had hardly slept. Realized I'd fallen asleep while reading, lights were on including a lamp shining in my face, I was on my back (I sleep on my side) with just a light blanket over my legs, wearing socks & flannel shirt. All night long my unconscious was probably trying to wake me up to do the rituals & make it official rather than long nap.

For about three years I lived in an apartment with a very large comfortable sofa. The landlady had moved upstairs to a larger space, her couch was too big to make the trip, & I didn't have my own, so I was pleased it came with the place. I probably slept on that couch more than in my bed. My girlfriend & I preferred it for sex, an intimate & sensuous piece of furniture, although it certainly challenged us if we fell asleep afterward, since I'm a restless blanket-stealer. By contrast, my futon is more suitable for a monk's cell or a Klingon Bird-of-Prey, & it didn't become comfortable until a friend sent me a featherbed as a thoughtful Christmas present. In the winter, I sleep with the futon in the upright couch position. I open it up in the summer. The futon has experienced a small amount of sexual activity, but involving a woman who enjoyed a lifestyle even I considered too austere.

Labels: home furnishings, sex