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Sleeping with the Enemy
Seven mattresses, two husbands, one camping mat
Mattresses… You buy one, and that’s it, forever, right? Why would anyone go around changing mattresses?
That’s what I thought. I’m not someone who throws things away. I keep them for a long time, even when they’re worn out.
But sometimes a mattress isn’t about quality. It’s about who has slept on it.
When I went to Berlin for the first time, years ago, my then-boyfriend, later husband, told me: I don’t have a mattress; I have a futon. Very healthy for sleeping and for your back.
Ah, love… There I was, sleeping on that hard thing. He taught me that every morning after getting up we had to roll it, east to west, north to south, and still the futon stayed hard. But love conquers all, and I slept on it for years.
Not everything was bad, though. When my kids were born, the futon became more of a tatami, their play mat, and that worked fine. We bought it a great new cover.
What a fantastic product!
I remember my husband wasn’t happy when, during my first pregnancy, we had to go buy a…
