True Subconscious Love

I have the best husband in the world. Case in point:

Kenny went to bed at 8:30 pm last night, very exhausted after a very busy weekend- Friday evening, he went to the Peanut Butter Factory because I was sick and couldn't go, then he took baby duty that night because it had been a week since I had slept for more than 4 hours at a time, Saturday he taught Saturday School then watched/cooked pizza with/played Wii with Jonathan, Jeremy and Ashley for 3 hours (I helped, but I was mostly preoccupied with Daniel- Lucy probably helped more than I did). Sunday he taught his regular Sunday School class of 12 year olds, then taught Elder's Quorum as well. In short, my husband was already being considered for Sainthood.
Keep in mind that Kenny talks in his sleep, holds full conversations- I always enjoy taking advantage of his subconscious state because that's when the truth really comes out.

I stayed up to use the alone time to relax and play Spore, a computer game I got from my mom for Christmas but never get to play. During the two hours after he went to bed, he kept sitting up, looking confused, then moving a foot or so more towards my side of the bed, then flopping back down and going back to sleep. I thought "oh, how sweet, he's trying to find me". When I came to bed, he was completely in my spot, so I just climbed into his spot. As I get in the bed and ready for warming-up-cuddles (we don't heat our house if we can aviod it, meaning it's regularly 64 degrees or so), he looks at me all sleepily and says (in the tone of voice that usually tells me he's talking in his sleep):
"Why is the bed creaky? It shouldn't be creaking, you got to get to sleep!"
"It's always creaky, silly." Then, taking advantage of the fact he's talking, I decide to call him out: "Why did you steal my spot in the bed?"
"I didn't steal it, I'm warming it for you! I've been warming it for hours. Now you're here, I'll go to the cold side of the bed"
Sure enough, he then steamrollers me to get back to his side, then cuddle-attacks me, maneuvering me into the warmest spot of the bed. He then grabs my feet with his feet, makes a small exclamation over how cold they are, and sticks my toes in between his legs to warm them up. Once in optimal warm-up-wife position, he won't let me move- I'm completely trapped. If I try to roll over, his grip on the cuddle tightens, until I politely ask if I can please lay on my side, at which point we reposition then he locks back on like a vice. He keeps telling me it's his job to warm me up. He then kisses my nose and goes back into deep sleep.
This was all elaborate enough I assumed he was awake, especially by the end- but just now on the phone, he tells me that he has no recollection of any of it and he was, indeed, not fully conscious at the time. I believe him- he's an awful liar. That means even his subconscious is just that sweet.
Plus, he's willing to stand outside and toss the baby in the air a billion times while I try to get a picture like this:

(I took it for my photography groups Challenge of the Week- theme: silhouettes. Last week I got third place for the theme "light".)