How I Sleep

I have rules for sleep.  Rule #1 is I don't want to hear any breathing.  I don't want anyone to be dead, but I don't want to hear anything from heavy, wall-shaking snoring to deep exhales or  any sort of a whistle nose noise.  However, I don't want the room to be quiet.  I like a box fan on high.  Yeah, and I will take my box fan with me wherever I travel.  If I have to take a plane, then I pack my white noise machine.  Not as affective as a box fan, but it works. I can't handle bass or birds chirping or doors slamming elsewhere in the house.  Also, the house can't be hot.  Sure, my extremities are often freezing cold in the winter, leaving my legs to wander over to Joe's side so I can stick my feet on his furnace body.  After all, I warm up once I'm under the covers for a while.  And covers are key.  I gotta have good blankets so I can keep the room air temp cool.  I don't go crazy.  Right now the thermostat dips to 67 at night, and often we'll crack a window.  I remember sleeping with the window cracked even in Missouri with snow on the ground.  Warm body, cold face, white noise (and only white noise) and last, darkness.  Our room here in GA stays dark.  It's on the north side of the house, and in addition to it's location, we also have both blinds and drapes.  It's wonderful.  If it wasn't for the dogs, I might never get up