No, you didn’t piss yourself, you little jerk.
I’m talking about when you’re about to go to bed in the winter. The bed, unless I’m missing something, is typically chilly. The sheets untouched since you woke up this morning, cooled from inactivity. The expression, cool as the other side of the pillow, comes to mind.
Point is, it’s not exactly the warm welcome (double meaning, bitches!) you’d prefer your bed to be offering up after a long day of work (or, lazy lounging… no judgement).
So, without options* you hop in and hope for the best. At first, it’s not so great. You know it’s going to take a few minutes, you know you really can’t be moving around too much. But, out of nowhere, you notice… hey, it’s pretty warm in this exact location I’m laying in. Of course, you know that any slight movement takes you out of the comfort zone, literally, but that little area you’ve carved out for yourself is pretty snug, quite delightful.
This feeling is about finding that spot and closing your eyes.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: I personally prefer sleeping in the cold to the hot. In the cold, at least you can bundle up. Heat, you can’t remove much more than whatever you’re wearing. And naked sleeping, while it has its pros, can really be a mess if it’s hot enough. So, this opposite is being unable to find that cold spot when it’s hot as hell.
*Unless you have one of those electric blankets. I’m not sure how I feel about those things. Frankly, they’re often too hot for my liking, and there’s a neurotic part of me that always thinks it’s a bit silly to sleep in something that’s plugged into the wall.