Sleep crawling

Faelan sat up last night and said, in a hugely enthusiastic voice, "Mommy! Where are we? Do you want to go do something? I want to - " and ended his manic sleep-crawl face down on my right shin. I put a hand on his back, afraid that he would start up again and crawl right out of bed. Then he seemed to be relaxed, so I took it off, and he whimpered, so I put it back. Then I decided to bring him up to the top of the bed with the rest of us, so that we could all sleep relaxed, and he shouted, "No, no, no! No covers forever!" as I began to slide him. "All right," I agreed, "no covers." Then, from a groggy throat, came a growl from the depths: "NO LEGGINGS!"