The hotel we're staying at gave us a room with two double beds in it and we were both too exhausted from surviving our flight to do anything about it yesterday so instead of sleeping with one fully grown man and two rescued dogs like I'm accustomed to I spent last night slumbering solo.
And it was kinda dope.
Don't get me wrong, B is a top-notch cuddler, but last night I got to make use of the full mattress; I switched sides, I changed pillows, I went diagonal.
Like I said, kinda dope.
Bevan must not have hated it either because he didn't get up until eleven.