small comfort
Leah and I have shared the same comforter almost as long as we've lived together. We bought it, along with our bed, from Ikea when we lived in California a long time ago. In retrospect it was extremely poor planning to buy a bed a month before a cross-country move, but since there was no Ikea in Stoughton back then I suppose it was all for the best in the end: both bed and comforter have served us extremely well over the years. But now there's a problem.
Early in our cohabitation we had a hard time sleeping together under one comforter, and needed separate sets of bedding for nighttime comfort, even in balmy Santa Monica. How we laughed about that even a few months later when the new comforter was plenty big for the both of us, to say nothing of when we welcomed a dog and then a baby into the bed and still found room to spare (relatively). Somehow, though, the same comforter is now once again too small.
I can't imagine what the problem is: Rascal is the same size that he has been and Zion is certainly no bigger than Harvey was just before we kicked him out into his own bed. But somehow now, every night, both Leah and I struggle with trying to keep the edges over us as we cling desperately to opposite sides of the mattress. We've always had to cling, mind, but the lack of comforter cover is new and alarming. Has the thing shrunk? Is Rascal taking up more of it underneath himself in his old age? I have no idea. In any case, we now each have a supplementary blanket to cover the gap. Oh well, at least it's useful when the nights are as cold as this one now!