I remember, way back in the day, one of my sisters teasing me about my sleeping habits. I was a crazy sleeper. (She would know, I kicked her in the nose once.) She told me that she felt sorry for my future husband, because I was such a wild sleeper that I couldn't even keep a stuffed animal in my bed. As a result I started sleeping with a stuffed animal just so I could prove her wrong. After a while, I succeeded!
Many years later I married my wonderful husband. It was then that I discovered how crazy people can sleep. Dear Hod is tall and slender. He likes to sleep curled up, and when you're 6' that means you're going to take up a lot of the bed. Along with this, I have discovered that he likes to sleep in a cocoon of blankets. He wants the blanket completely around him. He has an interesting way of accomplishing this. I have coined this technique "The Flying Squirrel".
While sleeping, Hod's inner squirrel will realize that he is not properly cocooned. To remedy this, he flips to his stomach, and propels his entire body up into the air. Then assuming a spread eagle position he grabs the blanket with both hands and feet, quickly pulling as much of the blanket as he can under his body. He then lands on top of his hands, and continues to dream. This leaves me without a blanket. After we had been married about 9 months I figured out how to combat this. The flip to the front would wake me up. I would then use both hands to hold the blanket, roll to one side and hold the corner under me, thus effectively ruining the Flying Squirrel and keeping some of the warm blanket.
However, adding #1, and my current lack of sleep has destroyed my awareness. I can no longer vanquish the foe that is The Flying Squirrel. When Hod flips to his stomach, I MUST react very quickly. As I am now coming out of a dazed sleep, my reaction time has drastically dropped.
We now sleep with two quilts.