Sleeping
I'm not understanding something that's happening when I go to bed lately.
I fall asleep, on my back, small dog (The WonderDog!) curled up next to my right leg. I'm on the left side of the bed. He's snuggled in between the quilt and the flat sheet.
By morning, he's in the same place. Nearly exactly. I'm on the right side of the bed, on my back.
I know I'm not rolling over him, and unless there's a really good reason, he sleeps through the night.
I fall asleep, on my back, small dog (The WonderDog!) curled up next to my right leg. I'm on the left side of the bed. He's snuggled in between the quilt and the flat sheet.
By morning, he's in the same place. Nearly exactly. I'm on the right side of the bed, on my back.
I know I'm not rolling over him, and unless there's a really good reason, he sleeps through the night.
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