Too Close for Comfort

On a recent trip to see Beth in Illinois, Mary and I discovered something. She (Mary) doesn't mind sharing a bed with others (I'm sure "others" doesn't include just anyone. Her morals aren't that loose. But I honestly can't stand the idea of sharing a bed with anyone... well, anyone but my dear husband. Every now and then, though, it's nice when he goes out of town and I get the big bed all to myself. But, shhhh, don't tell him I told you that. I guess it's weird, because Mary and Beth reminded me that we had five of us (Mary, Hillary, Erica, Beth, and myself) in my full-sized bed at one point (or more) in high school. So if I was okay with it then, why is it so weird now?? I guess Chris and I have our nice, normal routine that I've grown accustomed to over the past six years. We don't have an awkward pause and have to wonder if we can go ahead and doze off or if we still need to pay close attention. I can put my cold feet on him and snuggle up next to him if I want. I'm sure Mary would have let me do that. She's just that good of a friend, but I could never feel comfortable doing this. And this probably makes my husband happy. Perhaps I don't like sharing a bed with a friend, because I feel I have to be very conscious of "the line" - wouldn't want to cross onto their side and accidentally touch. Nooooooo! I'm not really sure why I have such an aversion to this, but I will just hope that it's not too often that I am put in this situation. And just so you know, Mary and I did share a bed that weekend, and I survived. Barely.