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  • It was never weird to us, but a lot of people would comment on the fact that my roommate's and my bed touched. They just didn't understand SuperBed. It was born out of a (forced)necessity to fit five girls into our beds. My roommate and I pushed our beds together, long edge to long edge, to turn his full bed and my twin bed into the center piece of our room that comfortably provided space for us, girlfriends, drunk guests, friends' siblings, and on some sad nights was a vast empty space.

    The best nights of SuperBed weren't when my roommate and I were covered in girls instead of blankets. The best nights were when the two of us got into bed at 11 and realized it was suddenly 2 am and that we had been talking for three hours.

    My roommate and I are best friends because of a relationship built while laying in bed. We were there for each other when sleep was kept at bay by thousands of distressing thoughts. We know all of each other's best jokes from learning them in the dark. He was there for me when I broke up with my girlfriend of almost a year, holding my hand and guiding me through panic attacks. I was there to reassure him after he and his girlfriend of two and a half years broke up (unrelated: I was there when he rolled over in his sleep and called me by his girlfriend's name as she laid on the other side of him).

    Our pillow talks were never planned or accounted for, but there are hundreds of nights we went to sleep smiling. We decided that if we ever raised kids together he would teach them about sports, but I'd wear the baby carrier that straps to your chest because he has a bad back. He's my Pumbaa and I'm his Timon.

    Life would be easier if we were sexually attracted to each other because we know we've found our soul mates in each other. We can complete each other's sentences, can order Chipotle burritos for each other just the way we like them from memory, and lose hours chatting with each other about "nothing."

    I don't live with my best friend anymore, but he's always my roomie. And I can only hope that one day we both find people to share such amazing pillow talk with. Until then it's sleepovers at each other's places.
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