A real leg show

It has taken the better part of 40 years, but I have finally found love. Or at least a part of me has. And who am I to argue if it is a mite incestuous: Beggars can't be choosers. The part is my legs.

I go to bed like I always do, with my legs not touching. But for the past few months, when I wake and it doesn't matter when, my legs are together.

I think the right leg is the pursuer. Usually, it seems to be the one that moves during the night. I often find it crossing my left leg at the ankle or bent at the knee and resting under my left knee.

I am so confused by this behavior. I hardly ever stir at night. Why now? What is going on?

It is also a pain because I can't tell where my feet are. So I feel something on my left side, try to move that leg, but it is in fact the right foot over playing footsie.

Why does love have to be so hard?