He does it on purpose
the bed has a definite but invisible boundary
his side....messy, crumpled and a bit smelly
my side....neat, tidy and smooth
He gets in crumples it up, leaves crumbs has a look at my current read, loses my page, discards it, and then moves to his side and falls fast asleep whilst I lie there staring at the ceiling.. htinking and worrying and over-analyzing