I have a tendency to get up at least once after I've gone to bed. Water, something really important that just has to be written down right now, whatever. Usually I'm fairly lucid, but even on my best nights I usually just grunt and stumble around to wherever I'm going, and then absentmindedly crawl back into my side of the bed.
One night I was particularly tired, so after my stumbling and moaning, I returned, felt around for where Zach was, hopped up onto my side, and promptly fell flat on the floor. Dear sweet Zach had moved over to my side.
Ours is a loving, healthy relationship.
I'm the one who takes over Kyler's spot, but mostly he just accidentally lays down on my knee when he gets back... not an ideal situation. :)
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