A friend of mine says he turns over and over in bed when he wakes up like this, until he has all the bedclothes wrapped around him like a bandage. One night his wife tried to get some of the covers back, yanking at them and telling him to go back to sleep. “I can’t.” he whispered. “I think it’s God that’s bothering me.” “Well, God’s not bothering me,” she said, “so get up and pray, but do it somewhere else.”
