These days Experiment No.7 lives in my house, my parents invited him. Now you should know, I love my Experiment… But I am very, very peculiar about my personal space. Very. Peculiar. My room is the one place on this planet in which I do not have to act as a functional human being. I need that to be able to pretend I am one for most of the time. Now I’m sharing the room, the bed, the everything, with Experiment No.7. And it’s hard. Really hard.
This is me, when I’m in my room.
Sharing a bed is absolutely horrendous. I have a single bed, and No.7 is both a “starfish” and a blanket hogger. And he sleeps on MY favorite side of the bed, AKA the wall side. I need my sleep or else I get migraines and worsened psychotic symptoms. You can see my problem, right?