My sleep is comfortable and refreshing.

Sleep is built in the hours before it, not in the bed.

What the room looked like at eleven — overhead light or a lamp. Whether the last thing your eyes did was scroll. Whether the argument got put down downstairs or carried up. By the time your head is on the pillow, most of the decisions have already been made.

None of this is a moral matter. It is lighting and timing and one or two small refusals. Change one of them tonight, not all of them, and let the bed be somewhere you arrive rather than somewhere you negotiate.