I'm 28, and I miss sharing a bed with friends at sleepovers. I long to experience that kind of intimacy in adulthood.

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I grieved the fact that my best friend and I no longer share a bed during overnight stays.As girls, we'd watch movies and share our aspirations while falling asleep beside each other.Iworried.

our intimacy would be different, but during a recent visit I realized we're still close...

Talya and Peter had recently traded their studio apartment in Brooklyn for a storybook cottage on a peninsula in Penobscot Bay, and they had far more space than they'd ever had in New York, making it possible for me to stay overnight with them for the first time...

It was also the first time in our 22 years of best friendship that Talya and I would sleep under the same roof without sleeping in the same bed...

I missed the intimacy and mundanity of co-sleeping itself: drifting off while Talya scrolled on my computer; waking in the middle of the night to hear her talking urgently in her sleep; being woken from a nightmare by her warm palm on my cheek..