I feel safer with my knees hitting the back of the seat in front of me, it’s cosier that way. And if my head scrapes the ceiling I can push up and stabilize myself if there’s a sharp turn. These are perks, I say.
I think it’s primarily written by someone used to a queen. When my wife and I had a queen, I’d get to bed a little later than her, have to shove her over to her 3/4 of the bed, and sleep while doing a delicate balancing act on my little sliver of bed.
After about a decade doing that we got a king size bed. I no longer have to shove her to get room for myself, but I still sleep on a same-size sliver that I’m used to. If I reach for my wife I can just barely reach her. It would be easy to reach her if I slept on a reasonable area of the bed, but that’s not what I do.
TL;DR: They’ve maintained the same distance from the edge they were used to, so all the new bed real estate ended up as a chasm between them.
If you can just barely touch her if you reach for her, then you aren’t being confined to a tiny sliver unless both you and your wife are types of people that can’t sleep if there’s even a hint of touching another person.
I can tell the author is a smaller person. Someone over 195cm (6’5") does not feel like there are oceans of bed.
Exactly. It’s just a bed that I can finally lie in without my feet dangling off the end.
You want the California king then. It’s the same size in width but longer.
Edit: Never mind, they actually do shrink slightly in width.
A California King is 4 inches (10 cm) longer but also 4 inches narrower than a regular King.
I like my feet dangling over the edge.
No, that’s the Stockholm Syndrome talking.
I feel safer with my knees hitting the back of the seat in front of me, it’s cosier that way. And if my head scrapes the ceiling I can push up and stabilize myself if there’s a sharp turn. These are perks, I say.
Pain is not a perk. And of course I’m just about to board a plane.
Best money invested ever, an (super sturdy too, 20years+ and going) extra long bed.
Dutch person here. My bed is 220cm long. Default size here is 200cm long (basically a king in length) but 210 or 220 are not hard to get.
Also if you both snore you’re going to end up in different beds anyway.
That’s 86.61 freedom inches for our American friends
I’ve lived in the US for too long. How many bananas is that?
55/2286ths of a football field.
I think it’s primarily written by someone used to a queen. When my wife and I had a queen, I’d get to bed a little later than her, have to shove her over to her 3/4 of the bed, and sleep while doing a delicate balancing act on my little sliver of bed.
After about a decade doing that we got a king size bed. I no longer have to shove her to get room for myself, but I still sleep on a same-size sliver that I’m used to. If I reach for my wife I can just barely reach her. It would be easy to reach her if I slept on a reasonable area of the bed, but that’s not what I do.
TL;DR: They’ve maintained the same distance from the edge they were used to, so all the new bed real estate ended up as a chasm between them.
If you can just barely touch her if you reach for her, then you aren’t being confined to a tiny sliver unless both you and your wife are types of people that can’t sleep if there’s even a hint of touching another person.
I’m only confined to the tiny sliver in the same way an elephant is confined by a thin rope. It’s purely mental after many years of conditioning.
Allegory is hard.
It’s not, but when the subject matter is hyperbolic fantasy that’s not in line with reality, it doesn’t really go anywhere.