Twin XL’s are meant for two

I renovated my room over Thanksgiving and it’s so much cozier now. The bed is by the window, and every morning you can see the snow. It might seem cold but there’s a heater wedged in between so it’s nothing but warm—as if you’re drinking hot chocolate by the fireplace with a blizzard outside in your sweater that Grandma knitted for you last Christmas. Last night was actually the first time I felt that, since that side of the bed was occupied by someone else until now. It was nice having the whole bed to myself, but I think I prefer the fuzzy warmth of a head snuggling up against my chest as we both fall asleep, entangled.