How did this even happen?

Roy thinks to himself as he sits on the cold floor of the bedroom you share with him, wondering how his sleep could be interrupted as bad as it was.

He'd fallen asleep with you in the best way possible. You'd made the bed up that afternoon; washed the white sheets, the white duvet, the silk pillow cases, put the freshly washed sheets, duvet, and pillow cases on over everything. Then, to add, you'd ironed the sheets and the duvet just before he came back from work. He found you in the bedroom wearing a robe, just a white robe and nothing else as you made the bed comfortable for him.

After a very nice night with you, you fell asleep on his chest and he held you close. Now, he was sitting on the ice cool hardwood floor of the bedroom. The culprit? You.

You were laying on the bed in a starfish position, taking up most- if not, all - of the bed-space.

Well, he thought to himself, I guess I'm not sleeping tonight.

He did, however, attempt to get comfortable after shoving limbs to the side before they all returned to their original places, which was now, his face and lower legs.

No sleep for me. He thought to himself, shrugging as you began to stir in your sleep.