Under the covers
Unfortunately, it doesn’t always go smoothly, because I need a level of comfort to achieve a semblance of sleep: the room has to be warm, the bed can’t be too soft, the pillow should be to the side, and the room needs to be completely dark and silent.
Also, I need to be wearing something, like pajamas. I don’t understand why (and how) people can sleep naked. Women can roll around and wake up with a tit in their pit, and men with their, well, you know.
I tried it once and it was the most uncomfortable experience.
The entire night I kept readjusting myself, pushing it one way and the other. At least with underwear, it stays in one spot and you know it wont be moving (or be squished by an overzealous mattress) during the night.
And, God forbid if I had a hard-on. Can you imagine the shock of quickly rolling from one side to the other and crushing your piece? That’s the worst kind of wake up.
Also, the sheets get cold. And no one likes to wake up in a cold bed. That's another kind of rude awakening after a night of blissful dreams.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t sleep in fur coats. If it gets really hot, then I’ll throw off my pajamas… and I’ll slip on a pair of boxers.
Note: It's a long weekend in Canuck land, so I'm off until next week. I'll have plenty of NYC stories to tell. Enjoy the archives. There's some good shit there.