I wash my pillow case everyday.
(cuz it rubs up against the floor- to- ceiling mirror behind my bed and gets gooky).
OK, yes - I admit it, I drool a bit. That midnight snack of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies looked good going in, but in the morning the pillow tells the story.
The mirror was here when we moved in. Not exactly my style of decorating, but it has its advantages. 
I like to wrap the blanket around my feet. I like to pull back all the covers at one corner, get in bed, and then pull the blankets up to my chin, even if it’s hot. I sleep on my side most of the time, and I have to cover my ear with my hair or the blanket or something. I sleep with my arm under the pillows.
I often kick, punch, and holler. It rarely wakes me up, and I almost never remember it.
I have to have a large fan blowing all night or I can’t sleep.
It doesn’t have to be blowing on me; I just need the white noise.
Ditto. I can’t have NO noise, but I can’t have irregular noise either. I’ll never fall asleep with the TV on, and if there’s a neighbor dog or a thunderstorm, I’m just hopeless (without earplugs).
Only Mostly Missus needs every door in the room closed (and if possible, locked). I can understand the desire for privacy or security with the door leading to the hall, but she can’t have a bathroom or closet door open, either. It’s the monsters, I think.
In bed together, we’re the cliche Hollywood L-shaped sheets, only in reverse. She wants as little cover as necessary for the occasion, I always want something tucked right up to my neck, no matter how light.
OOGH!! I can’t stand to have anything covering my ear when I’m sleeping. The blankets can’t come above my chin, or they rub against my ear and I hear them.
I was in an accident about five years ago, and had stitches in my scalp just above and behind my ear as a result. While the stitches were in, I learned to sleep with my hand between the stitches and my pillow. Now I can’t remember where my hand went at night prior to the accident, and I wake up several times a night with my hand completely asleep.
I also prefer to sleep with the radio (or another source of talking noise) on. Unfortunately, hubby prefers absolute silence, and the radio keeps him awake.
Any chance this started because you watched that Twilight Zone episode about the earwig that layed eggs in the guys brain and/or had a nun tell you a story about little kids living in squalor who had cockroaches crawl into their ears? Because that’s why I do the exact same thing.
Re: Fans
I have to have the fan in the summer for air circulation but I don’t use it in the winter and I have trouble falling asleep the first few nights of not using it because I get too used to the noise.
My own quirk; I can’t sleep in the nude, I feel like everything is tickling me, including my own hair and having at least panties and a small tank top on prevent that.
But…it keeps the monsters from stealing my ear! That was my fear as a child, and I suppose my quirk is a remnant of that. I can’t stand to have my feet out of the covers either. The Monster under the Bed will grab them.
Sis? Is that you?
I can’t sleep on the covers, I have to have at least my feet under the covers. Even on the hottest nights of the year if the sheet is down at the bottom of the bed my feet have to be under it. I also need two pillows.
Can’t sleep naked either, although I don’t know why. I have been known to get up and put pajamas on if I didn’t get into bed with them on. You can imagine how this amuses people.
Oh, that reminds me, moving air gives me nightmares. It took me years to make the connection, but ceiling fans or any portable fan that’s blowing on me will induce nightmares.
Sample_the_B***h (“smile when you say that”) is a very understanding woman, needless to say, who doesn’t need to share the same bed all night every night, or even most nights. I’ve had previous relationships end because sleeping (and I mean sleeping) with me on any kind of regular basis is practically impossible, unless you’re a masochistic insomniac.
“People”? How many folks you got in that bed there, Harimad?
Rowr! 
No one but myself lately. Who among the masses is worthy?
Seriously, though, exes have been known to make fun of me for the pajama thing. The worst was one who didn’t even like to sleep under blankets. So there I was on my side of the bed, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, and him in the altogether, snoozing away without even benefit of a sheet.
The bedroom that I had in my parents’ house is cold. Really cold. Like I don’t get cold, but there I sleep under three or four blankets, and I’m still cold. So I would rub my right leg back and forth across the sheets to warm the bed. Well, even when I’m not there, I still have the tick. To the point that I wore a hole in the sheets in my own bed. My roommates find this amusing.
That would be quite an odd sight Harimad-sol.
Me, I’m the opposite. I generally prefer to sleep in the altogether. I can sleep with clothes on and often have, there are times when I even like it, but I prefer nude.
I cannot have anything that wraps around my legs or is cut too low on the top. I’ll toss and turn until I just pull them off and throw them on the floor. I also cannot sleep without at least a sheet over me. Even if it’s really hot and I have to have a fan blowing over me just to stay cool enough to keep on the sheet.
The closet door MUST be fully open or fully closed. I have trouble sleeping and/or nightmares if it is halfway open.
Ditto.
The opening for where the pillow goes in its case must be on my righthand side (as lying in the bed.) It is of course totally superstitious, but 80% of the time when I find out my pillow somehow got backwards somehow, I will have had a particularly unlucky day. You all may want to try it… (though no promises it is the righthand for you too.)
I usually like to sleep naked because I like the feeling of the sheets. But sometimes I sleep with a tank top and panties on, not sure why, I just feel like it sometimes. I always have to have at least a sheet covering me, no matter how hot it is.
I have trouble falling asleep if I don’t have background noise. In my room it’s ok because I’ve got the sound of the water from the aquarium filters, but if I stay someplace else I have to have a radio on.
I sleep nude, almost all the time. The only time I wear anything to bed at all is when I have my period, I wear panties. Before we got our electric blanket, I’d wear a night shirt and socks if it was freakishly cold, but now I never have to!
I always have to have at least a sheet over me, unless I’m having a hot flash in which case if anyone tries to put anything over me, they risk the loss of one or more limb(s).
Ever since the beginning of our relationship, hubby (who is not normally a solicitous person) will cover me up in the middle of the night if I’ve kicked the covers off. It’s confusing for him these days, as he can never tell if I’ve kicked them off accidentally or if I’m having a hot flash.
Don’t laugh. I actually have woken up in the middle of the night with an earwig in my ear. I got wigged, as my family says. Creepiest feeling I’ve ever felt. Woke up with a start, felt something in my ear. Scratched, it went away, thought nothing of it.
Then…
IT MOVED!!!
Chaos ensued, and I went into some sort of spastic convulsions. Eventually, the poor fucker had enough and crawled out to where I could reach him.
I’m afraid there wasn’t much left of him when I finished.