Watching Feet at 3am

I'm watching a foot on TV and I'm not even sure whose it is. I can't make out any distinguishing characteristics, and the rest of the person is hidden by a duvet. I'm lying on my bed and my pillows have gone flat, so I plump them up and get more comfortable for watching a foot on TV. I eat a few chocolate buttons and drink some lukewarm tea.
I fidget, not only do I have restless legs but also restless arms and eyes and bottom cheeks. I check the action - another foot has made an appearance next to the first. I look at my own feet and decide that they are pretty, certainly good enough to be on telly.
Hold on, a foot just changed position as the sleeping person snored and rolled over. I wiggle my toes and mentally encourage the person on-screen to do the same.
Nothing.
I rearrange my quilt, smoothing it out then messing it up when I snuggle beneath it.
I'm comforted to know that out there, somewhere, other people are the same as me - watching feet at 3am.
Clare xxx