I love love, and I’m lucky to have found a partner who’s almost perfect ― when he’s awake, anyway. Trouble is, for about a third of our time together, my boyfriend is asleep next to me. And until recently, that meant I absolutely couldn’t be. The Sleep Demon that apparently lay in my partner’s subconscious would charge headfirst at me in his sleep, until my boyfriend’s diagonal cross-bed pose meant I had no room on the bed. Pushing him didn’t help. Waking him up was pointless, as he’d just do the same in an hour. I had such little space that I’d find myself exiled from the mattress altogether, and when I wasn’t, I’d stay in an uncomfortable coiled position until I was eventually able to grab some disturbed sleep. In fact, we’ve only recently settled into a somewhat reasonable sleeping routine (ie one in which I can get more than six hours of uninterrupted Zzzs) ― and it happened completely accidentally after I’d ordered a camp bed and blanket to sleep at his house. Yes, it had gotten that desperate.Enter: the Scandinavian methodOf course, I’d heard of