The other night we slept with our bedroom window open. I woke up early in the morning because I heard scratching on the screen. I knew it was one of the cats and in my half asleep/half awake state I tried to jump out of bed to save the cat from falling out the second story window. Apparently, I was closer to the edge of the bed than I thought and as I turned over I rolled right off the bed. My feet and legs got twisted in the blankets. I hit the floor so hard that both cats ran out of the room in fear. I screamed and started laughing and crying at the same time. It's been a long time since I've fallen out of bed. Sean asked me why I fell as if it was something planned. After a few seconds, I stood up, closed the window and crawled back in bed. The rest of the morning, I slept in the middle of the bed. It's clearly where I belong.