Briefcase on the Kitchen Table

So, fun fact, Avery’s internal body temperature runs slightly low and mine runs slightly high. This would remain just a couple-fact and not a story if it were not a tool in our marriage.

Because Avery is cold-blooded, he tends to get very cold at night (even with all of the covers on him). I, on the other hand, perpetually have one foot out of the side of the covers. We always turn the heat down at night as well because 1) I am cold sleeper 2) it saves on the gas bill. Avery said he didn’t mind and didn’t notice the temperature change at all. This is a lie.

The first night it happened over a year ago, it was the dead of night and I was VERY unconscious when I was awoken from my slumber when I felt something move next to me; it was Avery, scootched right beside me (this is not typical, see post “The Middle”). The next morning I asked Ave if he was ok, if he had had a bad dream or something. He said no, that he had no idea what I was talking about. The next night it happened again and once again Avery had no recollection of it. The third night, however, did the trick. When gliding across the bed in the middle of the night, he was awoken just enough to remember moving. The next morning he was the one who brought it up at which point he apologized for the mid-night snuggle but said that he was cold and I was warm so he used me to warm-up. Over a year later I have gotten used to it; I don’t have to look at a weather report to know that the temperature has turned cold overnight, I only need to wake up just enough to feel Ave scootch over next to me.

I am my husband’s heater.