Charming, but single

I couldn't get to sleep last night. I tossed and turned and rearranged pillows, but to no avail. It was one of those nights where you just want someone else in bed with you -- not for sex, but just to BE there for the sake of being there. Maybe there was something in the air. Maybe it was the beers I had at dinner with B. Maybe it was my bruised ego, or the talk of the perfect couples all around me. It could even be that my bed felt so damn inviting last night and I didn't want to squander it. I just melted into it and wanted to stay there for days, adrift in a sea of blankets and softness, swimming the bright blue sheets. I know I'm not the only one who has moments when my bed is the only place I want to be ... I just wanted someone else wrapped in my down comforter, head on my fluffy pillows, skin on my crisp sheets. I love those sensations -- the feeling of arms around you and the sound of rhythmic breathing and comfort of shared body heat. And the knowledge that someone's going to be there in the morning, still holding you and fighting you for his share of the covers. I shut my eyes well after midnight and 6 a.m. came too early. Once I fell asleep, it was peaceful and relaxing. But all day long I couldn't shake that feeling from last night ... the feeling of missed opportunities and aloneness.