Collin is known as a diva for his nighttime routine. (Remember, we're in a unique situation at Buff Loft that we live with our co-workers so we know more about each other than the average colleagues.)
Collin needs to be on a certain side of the bed, he requires some sort of noise to lull him to sleep (TV or music), and two bottles or glasses of water must be within reach to drink in the middle of the night should he wake up, his body needs to be covered with a blanket but his arms and shoulders stay above that one and are covered with a second blanket. There are other requirements but I'll spare you those details.
So, years ago, when Collin was fresh in a new relationship, there was the inevitable, "Hey, you wanna sleep over tonight?" He got a yes and didn't think ahead to his bedtime routine that would be on full display for getting some shuteye.
As the night began, Collin's partner innocently climbed into bed, claiming the coveted spot that Collin had grown accustomed to. With a casual comment, Collin asserted his claim to the sacred side of the bed, and his partner, none the wiser, relinquished the spot. But that was only the beginning of the nocturnal shenanigans.
As the winter chill set in, Collin's trusty hot water bottle made its appearance, carefully placed at the foot of the bed to keep his toes toasty. As the night wore on, with more movement on the bed than usual, the bottle's positioning became a recipe for disaster.
In the midst of slumber, the bottle somehow migrated up the bed, finding its way beneath Collin's unsuspecting body. The inevitable happened: Collin's weight proved too much for the fragile bottle, and it burst, unleashing a torrent of water onto the bed.
As Collin slept, oblivious to the chaos he had unleashed, his partner slumbered peacefully, unaware of the impending doom. But when Collin finally stirred, he was met with a dilemma of epic proportions. The bed was soaked, and he was faced with the unenviable task of drying the mess without waking his partner. It was a challenge he would ultimately fail, as the sheer scale of the disaster proved too great to overcome.
The morning after, the couple awoke to find themselves drenched, as if they had both suffered a simultaneous and unfortunate accident. Collin's worst fears had come to pass, and it's likely that his own nocturnal emissions had contributed to the overall mess. The poor guy was mortified, his face a picture of horror as he surveyed the damage.
Needless to say, we can't do a Buff road trip or hotel stay without commenting on Collin's bedtime requirements, offering him plastic sheets and asking if he'd gone wee before hopping into bed. Sometimes when we check in, we ask if the hotel rooms have water beds and look at Collin with a smile. (And, truthfully, it never gets old!)