Attack of the Body Pillow

For the past year or so, I've been sleeping with a body pillow. I don't know why, I guess it just gives me comfort. Truth be told, I don't really even use it, but I like knowing it's there and it does come in handy when my back is hurting and I need to raise my legs. But I digress. The past two nights, I've woken up with my body pillow strewn about the floor. This has never happened before and I think it's interesting that suddenly it happened twice in a row. Um, what on earth is going on in my sleep that I'll somehow hoist up a long, fluffy pillow (which is longer than me, not like that's hard) and throw it over my head and onto the floor? Am I fighting midgets? Am I some raging warrior who's conquering a small village? Do I have some pent-up hostility (wait, don't answer that)? As the pillow lies closest to the wall, it's even harder to finagle out of my bed. It must have done something mighty wrong to invoke that sleep induced rage.