I have a confession… For the past nine months, I’ve been sleeping, almost exclusively, on my couch. Which sounds silly knowing I have a nearly new and very comfy bed upstairs. Before I begin to explain myself, I’ll pause and allow you time to don your black robe and gavel.
For many years, Blossom tucked me into bed each night and slept on the floor nearby. In the morning she hopped into bed and woke me up. I treasured the time we lied together, and most often, I would fall asleep with her in my arms. She would hop down when I dozed off and stopped petting her.
When I moved from a one floor apartment to a three-story house, I had to carry her up to bed each night and downstairs in the morning. She had a whole setup upstairs: hay, water, and litterbox.
Then last September I started having trouble with the steps. (If you read this post, you’ll recall I thought it was related to weight gain.) I didn’t feel stable on the steps, and I didn’t want to risk Blossom’s safety. That ended her upstairs adventures.
I wasn’t happy. In fact, I was downright lonely. A few weeks went by, and I did my best to adapt. But then I started getting sicker. I certainly wasn’t going to be sick and lonely, so I started sleeping downstairs.
Blossom sometimes hops on the couch to cuddle, but it’s really not big enough to lie side-by-side. (She is a 16 pound bunny, after all.) So each night when I’m ready to sleep, Blossom lies on the floor next to the sofa, her head right below mine. I drop my arm down and pet her until I fall asleep.
Occasionally I’ll try sleeping in my bed. It’s a challenge getting upstairs, but I can do it if I take my time and swear a lot. I’ll sleep there for one or two nights, but it’s just not where I’m at peace.
And as time goes on, my couch is losing its magic. So I’ve thought of some possible solutions. One is to replace my couch with a reclining sofa. This would also be great for those nights when I can’t lie down due to coughing.
I’ve also thought of replacing my love seat with a sofa/daybed. It would be a tight squeeze, but then I could get a quality mattress. I would probably get the twin size of what I have upstairs.
So now you know my deep, dark, nighttime secret. I know that 99% of you will think this is ridiculous, and that’s okay. But maybe there is one person that understands. One person that couldn’t sleep alone, either. If you have any ideas for me or would just like to offer words of support, I read and try to reply to all your comments.
Sweet dreams, everyone! I’m off to pet my big bunny. 🙂