Smaller houses and apartments don’t stop many Japanese couples from sleeping in different beds or even rooms. This is not some kind of an intimate issue or problem with the relationship, but something that they believe is good for them.
We at Bright Side found out why married couples in Japan choose to sleep separately, and we really like their reasons.
They have different sleep schedules.
The first thing that makes Japanese couples decide to go to bed separately is different work schedules. Waking up your significant other just because you got home late from work or have to leave early won’t result in good quality rest for them. This is why spending the night in a different room makes sense. This will give them both an undisturbed and healthier sleep.
Babies sleep with their mothers.
Japanese mothers sleep with their children and this is considered very important, so the father needs to decide if he wants to share the same bed or go to a different room. Even science has proven that co-sleeping can help parents and children get a more restful sleep. It helps the child to maintain a stable temperature and heart rate (which is really critical in infancy) and at the same time, it decreases the chance of sudden infant death syndrome. Also, this contributes to the child having better self-esteem, becoming independent faster, and doing great in school.
For them, sleeping separately means peace.
While many couples who start to sleep alone think that divorce is at their door, the Japanese see it differently. They value their sleep a lot and they don’t want to be disturbed while sleeping. This means that they don’t need and don’t like to put up with snoring, restless sleep, kicking, etc. Even though some don’t have the opportunity to sleep in different rooms, they still wish they could get their beauty sleep.
Couples have a history of sleeping separately.
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Futons are filled with cotton, which provides support and comfort. In the past, only single sized ones were used as beds. So, even if you wanted to cuddle up with your loved one, you would have ended up between the sheets, on the cold floor, and you wouldn’t feel comfortable. Today there are families that still use this type of bedding, especially because it doesn’t take up a lot of space and it is easy to store.
Do you sleep separately from your partner? Do you think this type of practice might be even better for your relationship?
MAN FINDS A SMASHED PHONE ON THE ROADSIDE — AFTER HE INSERTS THE SIM CARD INTO HIS OWN PHONE AND CALLS “DAUGHTER,” HE RUSHES TO HELP.
The morning sun glinted off the dew-covered grass as Alan hurried down the street, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He had found an old, battered phone on the sidewalk, a relic from a bygone era. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he’d inserted the SIM card into his own phone. The call that followed had shattered his ordinary morning and thrust him into an unexpected role: rescuer.
“Julie, I’m coming to get you,” he had promised, his voice steady despite the tremor in his hands.
Now, standing in front of the apartment building, a wave of apprehension washed over him. What would he find inside? What kind of danger had befallen this little girl?
He cautiously knocked on the door, his knuckles white. Silence. He knocked again, louder this time. Still, no answer.
Worried, Alan called the police. While he waited, he tried to peer through the windows, but the blinds were drawn. He imagined the little girl alone in the apartment, scared and helpless.
Finally, the police arrived, two officers with stern faces and concerned eyes. They listened to Alan’s story, their expressions growing grimmer by the second. After a brief discussion, they forced the door open.
The apartment was small and sparsely furnished, a poignant picture of a life lived in simplicity. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing through the grimy window. But it was the silence that was most unsettling, a heavy, suffocating silence that seemed to amplify the ticking of his own heart.
Then, he saw her. Julie, curled up on a threadbare rug, her face pale, her eyes wide with fear. She looked smaller, more fragile than he had imagined.
One of the officers knelt beside her, his voice gentle, “Julie? Are you alright?”
Julie, her voice barely a whisper, nodded slowly.
The police officers, after assessing Julie’s condition, contacted child services. Alan, feeling a strange sense of responsibility, stayed with Julie, offering her a comforting smile and a reassuring pat on the head. He bought her a small stuffed animal from a nearby convenience store, the bright colors a stark contrast to the gloom that had settled over the apartment.
As he watched the ambulance pull away, carrying Julie to the hospital, Alan felt a strange sense of purpose. He had stumbled upon a situation he never could have anticipated, but he knew he couldn’t walk away.
He spent the next few days making calls, trying to find any information about Julie’s mother. He contacted local hospitals, checked missing persons reports, and scoured social media for any clues.
The search proved to be frustrating. Julie, it turned out, had been living with her mother in a homeless shelter before they moved into the apartment. There was no record of any family members.
But Alan wasn’t going to give up. He visited Julie every day at the hospital, bringing her books, drawing supplies, and stories. He became a constant presence in her life, a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.
The days turned into weeks, and Julie slowly began to open up. She told him about her mother’s dreams of finding a stable home, of providing a better life for her daughter. She spoke of her mother’s love for nature, her passion for painting, and her infectious laughter.
As Julie recovered, Alan began to investigate further. He visited the homeless shelter, spoke to the staff, and learned about the challenges faced by homeless families. He discovered a network of organizations dedicated to helping children in need.
He wasn’t just a programmer anymore. He was an advocate, a protector, a beacon of hope for a child who had lost her way. And as he watched Julie smile, her eyes sparkling with a newfound joy, he realized that sometimes, the most unexpected paths led to the most meaningful destinations.
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