or did I win?

Somewhere in the middle of the night what started out as cuddling turned into a professional wrestling bout.

The snoring was likened to growling and the only way I was going to get back to sleep was to maneuver my body into a position where I could bury my head under the covers.

Face to face cuddling isn’t how it started out, but when I moved my leg to do the strategic flip and roll move, I was pinned down with an iron arm and held into place.  If I speak he will awake and find his way back to his corner so I have to make a small squeaking sound that will release his grip and allow me to squirm from his grip and find my spot.

Tonight, all of my classic attempts were not working.

Slowly I put my shoulder into his and the growl that escaped from his chest stopped me dead in my tracks. The grip tightened and I had to struggle for a breath of air.  I would have to resort to talking.

“flip over, please.” I quietly request.

This next move wasn’t one I had encountered in the year and half of cuddling.  He released his right arm, tightened his left and rolled over taking me with him.  The head lock cuddle was usually only used in the beginning of the sleep pattern and with little effort I could slide down and out, but this time he had a death grip.

The fact that I switched sides with him earlier in the night probably threw off his maneuverability and he was just putting me back in my rightful spot.  This spot tonight was in direct line of the fan that keeps his molten lava body temperature at a tolerable level.  For me, it causes my already freezing body into hypothermia.

Instead of tempting the fate of getting back out of bed and on the other side of his warm body that will block the fan, I stay where I am placed.  My teeth are at the borderline of chattering so I move my foot to find his. In his sleep he detects my foot movement which has been brought to my attention drives him up the wall. He grabs my foot with his two feet and I am not even kidding, he slaps my foot with his and pushes it away while pulling my upper body closer.  Mission accomplished, I am back to front with the human heater and my body temp is going back up.  The flaw in this plan is that my body is blocking his from the fan and he is going back to boiling and I can actually feel my skin burning where we are touching.

It’s 3am and I must find a happy medium.  I climb out of bed and survey the situation.  His body knowing that I am not in the bed any longer begins searching and after a few moments, he falls back into his snoring slumber sprawled across the middle of the bed.  I see an opening towards the top of the bed and try to curl my way into that spot.  A few moments of peace before he scooches back into his spot, grabs me back into the face to face cuddling position we started in.  His hand finds my hair and pushes it out of his face and I just finally give in.

He won.