We've all had weird sleep moments -- you wake up in the morning soaked in sweat as your sheets are tangled into a little knot around your ankles or the sheets are all ripped up and you're wrapped like a mummy, unable to move, or you wake up with your face and hair soaking wet from drool.
Well, this morning, I woke up spun around -- apparently, sometime during the night, I migrated from the head of the bed to the foot. Essentially, I pulled a Pippi Longstocking and had my feet at the head of the bed. Sometime during night I woke up to find Jeff hugging my leg in an attempt to cuddle with me.
It wasn't bad really, but I'm still mulling over why I did that. Weirdness.