A list of things that fit on our king sized bed with us on it:

Two cats; a dozen sweatshirts; a sense of belonging I have never felt before in my life; one-eighth of our polycule; three stuffies the size of a toddler; getting lost in the creamy coffee color of your eyes; one wedge pillow; a phone for every person on the bed; a sloth stuffy that is also a heating pad; whatever the opposite of being in the closet is; an actual heating pad; 2 wrist braces that should be on my wrist but aren’t; the molecular space that is all that separates our bodies; a king sized, chunky knit blanket; four other, smaller blankets of various soft materials; an existence that is inherently a protest; and a well worn body pillow