I genuinely think I may be going a bit mad.
Lately I keep on waking up thinking I’m sharing the bed with someone. And instead of thinking, “Oh my fucking Christ, there’s someone in the bed with me” and panicking because I don’t know who they are, I think, “How embarrassing. I’m naked, with a stranger”. And I reach around on the floor to find my underpants and put them on to preserve my modesty. At this point I generally wake up properly and feel foolish. The other night I went one better, waking up and wondering where the person in my bed had gone — I then wandered naked around the flat looking for my mystery guest before, once again, waking up properly and returning sheepishly to bed.
I have no curtains in my front room.