It could be worse... I had the "pleasure" of having a sleep over with my cousin this Christmas. Now to picture her you need to think of a string bean. She's around 12 (I went to facebook to verify her age, and she has it as being born in 1990, which makes her 21... NICE TRY Brooke!) Anyways, she's tall (for her age), skinny, all arms and legs and maybe weighs about 75 lbs, soaking wet. Her mother warned me that she was a "nightmare" to sleep with, and I figured that my Aunt was just exaggerating.... Oh my goodness... NEVER AGAIN! This kid took the entire bed! Loved to snuggle but would never lay still, which resulted in bony little body parts being jabbed into me all night. Talked non-stop, with a little yelling thrown in. Tried twirling my hair into dread locks. And decided that grinding her teeth all night long would be "extra" fun. Needless to say, I was the first one up Christmas morning. Anyways. I'm pretty sure I don't do ANY of those things in my sleep. So life could be worse!