Who wants to know what sleeps with me at night?

If you don't, that's too bad because I'm going to tell you anyway. I'll file it under my about me section, I suppose.
In my bed with me when I sleep are the following things: two pillows (one for my head and one for me to snuggle with), my phone (generally by my headboard), and my laptop (next to my face).
I also have standard blankets and whatnot.

I sleep with my laptop next to my face because when I don't fall asleep with something on, I like to have it nearby, just in case I should wake up at four in the morning with some horrible revelation that something is in my room that wants to kill me, and I have to distract myself. So when that occurs, I can roll over, grab my headphones, and watch an episode of friends or burn notice and put myself right back to sleep.
{I am aware that there aren't usually things in my room that want to kill me. I'll let you know if I experience that. Knock on wood.}
However, when I wake up in the middle of the night with those terrible revelations and my laptop is dead, its a pretty awful thing.
Take last night, for instance. I woke up around four to find that the horrible nightmare that I had had {and can no longer remember} had terrified the pee out of me. I went to turn on David Schwimmer, Matthew Perry, and the rest of the gang. However, after opening my laptop and frantically swiping my fingers across the track pad {aka mousepad thingy on a macbook}, I realized that it was dead!
Now usually, I sleep with the end of my charger near my bed, or in it. Always within reach. But it so happens that my charger is not working right now {because I'm fairly certain it has demons that make it not work when I can't afford to get a new one, and then work again after I've stressed a considerable amount}. So my computer was dead, my charger was broken, and my roommates breathing sounded an awful lot like a saw, or something else that implied my imminent demise.
I never claimed to be logical when it comes to darkness {I'm actually still quite terrified of it}.
So I forced myself to get up, telling myself that nothing would kill me, and went to get Liz's charger, which was just by the foot of my bed. It was all tangled in the legs of her chair, so I went to quietly lift her chair up, and what should happen but for a mountain of papers and notebooks to fall off of it in a noisy rocous that awoke the sleeping horrifying-noise-maker. I put the chair down, pretending nothing had happened, and got back into bed, forcing myself to think of happy things.
And today, when she asked my why I was standing in the middle of the room last night, I pretended that I don't remember doing that. Because my bedtime habits are really embarrassing, and I also don't want her thinking I only like her because her computer charger works and mine doesn't. Obvs.

Now, I have an hour and 36 alleged minutes of battery life left, and my wonderful roommate fell asleep with friends on the tv tonight, so I'm gonna put this baby to sleep, and let him rest in case of emergencies.

Goodnight!