I’ve probably talked before about how I’m inclined to sleep-walking and sleep-talking. Usually I wake myself up part-way through, feel hideously embarrassed, and try to act like I was doing whatever stupid thing I was doing on purpose. Denny has told me I don’t have to be embarrassed, and logically I know that, but for some reason that semi-conscious part of me is just humiliated when it gets caught out to play.

I had a good example the other night. I don’t usually remember the details of my sleep activities, but this one is very clear. I sat up in bed, looked at Denny who was sleeping facing away from me, and said to him, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?”

Fortunately he didn’t wake up, because that would have been really embarrassing. He just made a little grunty noise, which was enough to remind me that yes, in fact, it is ok for my husband to be in bed with me (Donna Reed-style twin-bed sleeping be damned!).

That’s actually one of my most common sleep confusions: I freak out because I don’t know who’s in the room with me. Usually I just lie there in silence, hoping the stranger will leave without realizing I’m there. I guess I was just feeling extra confrontational the other night.

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