Crowded awakening

This is what my side of the bed looks like when I wake up. And this is probably 35 percent of the bed, rather than my allocated half. My body goes between those furry things. I only get half my pillow if I am lucky.

Sometimes Shea throws a leg over, too. Six days out of seven I wake up sweating bullets. At that point, why even go to the gym?

I am living a very unfair life.