I remember when I rearranged my bedroom, placed the head of my bed against the wall 90 degrees to the original.
My room is totally dark - no electric clock for light.
Rising at 2am, forgotten that the layout was different, I never turned on the bedside lamp, I was totally disoriented, could not find the door. fumbled around, doubled back.
Felt the curtain, still had no idea how to find the door, brain fog from being half asleep.
Made the momentous decision to fall onto the bed to find my laptop and turn it on for some light. Even then it took me a time to orient myself, where was the head of the bed?
Large bed, fumble, fumble, finally found it and then there was light.
Felt foolish.
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Sounds like me after a night out (in the old days)
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Faced with all that I’ve just stayed on the bed and waited till daylight … but then I’m a lazy sloth.
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I’ve never had a problem with fumbling during the wee small hours… fumbling is as fumbling does 
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After a few beers even the floor makes a good bed
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Had a memory of a time I was foolish? If I spent my waking hours reliving my poor decisions, my ill-considered actions and statements - then I’d be in a sorry state. Best just forget them - once all the apologies have been made.
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Sounds very philosophical … and the way to be.
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My ex was a bus driver and he was on a week of late shift, getting home around 11.30pm. I had been in a change things around mood and changed the bedrooms. He got home and after a while came up to bed, he didn’t put the light on so as not to wake me. Sat down on a bed that wasn’t there, the yell followed by very blue language was hysterical. Don’t think he ever forgave me. 
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Bet that hurt … did he land on his coccyx ? 
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Actually no, he landed on a very surprised Old English Sheepdog.
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