The marital bed is supposed to be a sanctuary of peace and intimacy, but for many, it’s a nightly battlefield. A silent, unconscious war is waged over territory, temperature, and, most importantly, the blankets. You have the blanket thief, who cocoons themselves like a human burrito, and their nemesis, the thrasher, whose REM cycle looks like a martial arts audition.
Most couples resort to practical, if unromantic, solutions: the two-duvet system, a king-sized bed offering a fragile truce, or the dreaded separate bedrooms. One couple’s perfect, if cringey, solution from the attic worked beautifully, right up until the moment their mother-in-law walked past their bedroom.
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