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It doesn't really matter what side of the bed I sleep on. I still reach out to hold his hand. Sometimes I wake because my hand is over the side of the bed, reaching into the air, othertimes it is because I hit whatever is sitting on his side of the bed - a book, my laptop, a cat. Last night I almost fell off the bed because I got confused as to which way I was lying and was leaning toward him.It wasn't a very good night. Tomorrow I have another day off. we'll see how another night like this goes.