stealing the blankets
I am a wild sleeper. When I was a kid, I’d occasionally go to sleep normally, yet wake with my head down at the foot of the bed, my feet at the top. While I owned a down comforter, I took to using it without a duvet cover, as I’d toss and turn enough in my sleep to twist the comforter down into a small ball somewhere in the cover’s depths.
As I’ve aged, my sleeping habits have smoothed over somewhat. I no longer wake up on the wrong end of the bed, my blankets make it largely intact through the night. But I still tend to toss and turn, to shift positions constantly. It only becomes a real problem when I share a bed, at which point I wake myself up by unintentionally waking up the person next to me. Though it tends to improve over time, I suspect it’s largely due to a bedmate getting used to my frenzied sleep habits, to the point where she sleeps straight through them.
Still, I suppose that nonstop-motion approach to sleep shouldn’t come as much of a shock, given I tend to do the same thing during my waking hours. Apparently, that’s just the sort of person I am.