Not Even Once.

This morning when the alarm went off, I opened my eyes and the lights were on.

What?

The lights were on, and laying there next to me on the bed was the book I had been reading last night. I was laying there facing it, just the way I had been last night.

And even through the fog of not quite being awake, it was clear to me that I had slept all night and hadn't even turned over once.