It was late at night, and you guys were cuddling in bed, your face buried into his chest.

He groaned, his eyes closed as he held you, "Can you move a little? I'm pressed against the window and I barely have any space."

You did, in fact, move...completely off the bed. "Thank you-" He said before he heard a thump, and he opened his eyes, seeing you lying on the floor, faced away from him, on your side, clutching a plushie.