Princess and the Pea

So I never really read that fairy tale growing up. But I know the jest of it. And I can relate to it pretty well. In theory.
John and I have been sleeping in a Queen sized bed. It hasn't gone too well.
First we are both very used to sleeping alone. We are both used to having the sleeping conditions a certain way. There are some major differences in how we sleep.
1. I sleep under a sheet, a blanket, and a comforter. He sleeps out of the covers, until some time in the middle of the night, usually around 1 am, when he wants either just a sheet or the blanket, but no comforter.
2. I sleep curled up, and rarely on my back. He sleeps with a pillow between the knees.
3. I am a timid sleeper, and he is an aggressive one.
So this is all compounded by the following situation.
He goes to bed around 8 at night. He gets up at 4 am. I go to bed around 10 or 11 sometimes 3 am. It all depends. So when I come to bed, he is on top of the covers, it is pitch dark, and he has 3/4 of the bed occupied. I struggle to pull enough cover out from under him to crawl under, while trying to squeeze onto the postage stamp size section of the bed left. Because he sleeps hot, all of the covers eventually end up piled on top of me in a heap. Heavy and hot. Every time he rolls over it is a production because he has to adjust the pillow between his knees. Then around 1 in the morning I am assaulted by the swinging arm that tears some of the covers from me.
There is not enough room in the bed for us both to sleep in our favorite positions. So because I am the less aggressive sleeper I end up on one side, unable to roll over unless I get out of bed and get back in facing the other way. And in his defense, I snore, a lot and loudly. PLUS the bed was too soft, we both like a firm bed. With two people in it, you tend to stay in one area and it tends to sink, a little.
Soooo.... the queen was not working. The sad thing was that it is only like a year old and I had the perfect bed frame. But, space was needed, for everyone's health and sanity.
Well my parents have a king bed that is less than two years old and they bought a new one. They kindly gave us their old one. Great!!!!!!! Bigger ='s better right?
Uh, Huston we have a problem. It is WAY TOO SOFT. So soft , and I AM NOT EXAGERATING, that when we are both in it, we sink so low that it actually raises the middle. It is like being swallowed by quick sand. We have to send smoke signals to get out. It is great that there is so much room. But I can't exactly use it. The first morning John came to my side of the bed to say good-bye. "Cindy you can move over, there is plenty of room, it's a bigger bed." I yell out from my hole, "I can't, I am stuck in this hole. Once I get in, that's it." To which he laughed.
But I wasn't kidding. And another unforeseen problem was that with the smaller bed due to lack of space unintentional cuddling would occur. It couldn't be avoided. But now, I can't even see John, let alone curl up to him.
Now I am just waiting 'til next tax return so that we can get a bed that is just right for us.
I guess this story better reflects Goldie and the Three Bears.