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A former lover insisted that couples should alternate sides of the bed to keep things "fresh and fair", so every few months we traded sides.
Even as a child I loved the right (lying down) side of the bed and considered the left an awkward garment one size too small. When I met my husband I learned he also favored the right side, but he refused to give up his/our side, to even take turns. I conceded and took the left, the less as I saw it, and withstood the brain peel of his snoring, the solo mountain climb to reach crying children in the night, losing years of sleep in the pointless pursuit of shared unconsciousness. I felt guilty for wanting to sleep elsewhere, as though I might betray some sacred rule of marriage and life, as though exiting the marriage bed, even for sleep, was exiting the marriage itself; I got over it.
Now I sleep in a peaceful queen bed upstairs but still, out of deep acquired habit, on the left.