Familiarity crawls under the sheets between us. I can feel it, its you're right arm under the pillow my head is resting on and its your left hand on my hip. Its the way I fit perfectly into your arms the way cake batter layers a mold. Familiarity has a warm embrace.
When did familiarity become a bad thing? When did I want my half of the bed all to myself? When did it become "my half" and "your half" instead of "our bed"?
I can't breath the way your arm falls across my chest sometimes, or while you're sleeping your arm slides up to my neck. I can't sleep when you're sprawled out across the entire bed.
I can't sleep when your leg is slung over me and I can't move. Familiarity keeps me up at night. Familiarity is the third wheel coming between you and me.
I want the novelty of sharing a bed with you back.