One of the first things I do as an attorney is...

Liddle Sis had bought M. and me loads of chocolate and sweets. I was wrapping them up in a red knapsack (I know, how old-fashioned) when it suddenly occurred to me that M. might not like both the cinnamon-covered apple slices and the chocolate-covered apple slices. So I turned to M. to ask, "Do you like cinnamon apples or chocolate apples?"

Plop!
"Ow!" I opened my eyes and yelped.
"Wha-wha-what is it? Are you OK? What are you doing?" M. shouted.
I had fallen off the bed, taking the quilt with me onto the carpet. M. looked at me over the top of the bed with eyes that were glassy with sleep and shock. I stretched my neck to look back at him in the dark. My left leg ached at the place I had landed.
"It's OK. I just fell off the bed. I was going to ask you whether you want cinnamon apples or chocolate apples," I said, leaning back into the quilt on the floor.
"What are you talking about?" M. said.
"It made sense a couple of minutes ago, honest," I said. He pulled me back up onto the bed.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"I think so. I have no idea how I fell off the bed, I was just turning around to ask you about the apples," I said.
"You sometimes do that. When you sleep, you sometimes think you're awake and you try do things," M. said. He pulled the covers around me tightly, as if to stop any further sleep-driven activity. "By the way, I like the chocolate apples."

The last time I fell off the bed while sleeping was quite a while ago. I'm regressing.