My worst time of the night is actually about midnight if I can't go to sleep and am too wound up about things. In that case, I can't go to sleep unless my husband is soundly asleep and also not breathing on me. It's weird, I know. At least since we've been married almost 25 years, he's used to my strange sleeping habits.
OMG, I cannot STAND having my husband breathe on me. He's one of those people who sleeps like a log - once he's out, he's OUT. So he'll roll over (often on top of me - I have to push back to make him go the other way) and then just start breathing hot air right in my face. And his breath doesn't smell like roses, either. (Actually, funny side note: if I actually wake him up to tell him he's snoring or something, he will appear to wake up, but actually be fairly unconscious. At this point he will be able to carry on a conversation in which he will tell me ANYTHING to get me to let him slide back into sleep. He's the worst liar ever! And then in the morning - no memory at all of waking up.)
I have all sorts of coping mechanisms for myself, since I'm a light sleeper. In addition to putting an earplug in the top ear (I sleep on my side) and then pulling a pillow over my head, I also pull the blanket up so it's like a little wall between our faces.
Next time we get a new bed, we are SO SO SOOOO-HO getting a king. Every time we end up with one at a hotel I'm like, why do we not have this? How am I surviving on a queen?
And ((((Jo))))) I can't imagine, honey. Hang in there. Also, YES. My brain and I have that exact conversation often.
Perhaps I should consider myself lucky that I have come this far in life before developing this problem.
Actually I've been doing the couple of "assignments" the counselor gave me, and it's really been helping overall. It's just that 4 AM time slot I would like to kill.