Stop making your bed. After all, you're going to get in it later, pull up the covers, read a book, the one that changed your life. Maybe you found it by your old lover's bed inscribed from someone else. I'm not saying this has happened to me; it's not a first person thing. The copy you have is worn and maybe nobody else knows why you like it, maybe you don't even know. You're somewhere else before too long. You are alone and asleep. Anything can happen.