Since Christmas I have been sleeping with Anonymous upstairs in our bed. It seems that Anonymous hubby is worried about bashing my leg so he is subconsciously moving towards the edge of the bed. Now he is having nightmares of being an early sailor and falling of the edge of the world. As for me it wasn’t my leg that gave me trouble last night it was my stomach. I had a nasty tummy from 2 a.m. until about 4ish. At least my cease fire with the Sandman seems to still be in place. Is anyone else at war with the Sandman?