Last night I slept on the other side of the bed. The side that I never sleep on. I don't know why. A subconcious whim perhaps? I didn't start out there. I just scootched on over there at some point during the night. And on a pillow that I had previously rejected. The world didn't end nor was there a bedroom rocking earthquake that I'm aware of. There were no bizarre dreams to jostle my position. Surprisingly I didn't fall over the edge. How did I know when to stop scootching over? And I gotta admit that I felt more refreshed than usual upon awakening.
You see, I'm not one who's huge on a great deal of change in my world. So this is like a major life transition/statement for me. There's too many unknowns with change. (Though things usually work out.)
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