For the past few months now, every morning I wake up to find edge of the bed’s fitted sheet pulled up, and my pillows lolling halfway out of their covers. I haven’t the foggiest idea what’s going on, other than I’m apparently spinning like a dervish in the middle of the night. The way everything is all bunched up, I’m surprised I don’t wake up dizzy. It’s weird; I wonder if it means anything.