Lying on his left side, Paul slowly opened his eyes.  The alarm clock announced in red digital numbers a time of 3:21 a.m.  Excellent, he thought, a few more hours of sleepy time.  And why was he so warm?  He initiated movement to lie on his back.  His progress, however, was impeded by a roadblock, or in this case, a bedblock.<br/><br/>Charlette!  The little sneak had snuck into his room sometime during the night.  Paul recalled tucking her into her own bed, but here she was, snuggled up against his back.  He’d been on his side for too long, as his left shoulder mildly throbbed.<br/><br/>Paul slid toward the edge of the bed, and without waking her, maneuvered himself to lie on his back.  Success!  The clock now read 3:27, and his eyes grew heavier with each blink.