Dennis was my boyfriend for about eight months. We met when I was in New York City one week, and we fell head over heels for each other. I loved his quirky ways and how he was a hardcore vegan-hipster-bear that loved being furry and knitting. Throughout the course of our long distance connection, I wanted to analyze the part of our relationship that revolved around the bed. This infiltration into our private space broke down our constructs of comfort, and soon ended with Dennis feeling violated and disturbed by my scrutiny of our private space.