It was me. I like to see your face when I watch you sleep. I hate having or feeling like there is someone else (besides my cat) in the room with me when I'm trying to fall asleep). As a little kid, I slept with my older sister, who is a VERY violent sleeper and talks in her sleep. I hate sleeping with her the odd time I have to. When our grandfather died I had a choice between sharing a very small bed with her, or couch surfing at some old ladies house (it was my grandmother's best friend). I chose the love-seat at the stranger's house (and I'm 5'11). I swear I'll never get married, just because I hate sleeping with other people.