Comforter and top sheet, both tucked in at the bottom. We all slept like that when I was growing up, so much so I was only vaguely aware there were other ways to make a bed.(It may have had something to do with the fact that Mom was in the Marines)

Cotton PJs or a flannel nightshirt, never socks. Falling asleep is odd. I lay on my back until I'm sleepy, then roll on my side to fall asleep. I always seem to wake up back on my back.

Don't remember when the folks stopped saying good night ni my room. Probably around the time they trusted me to actually go to bed on my own.

Do you have a brain quieting approach? They say it helps to shift your brain from words to images. Guided imagery (counting sheep?)

Oh, this one -- I have a few different things like counting breaths or singing rounds to myself (including humming out loud sometimes -- it regulates my breath), but none of them are image-based.

My house is full of Polish ladies. I had a groupon type thing for cleaning services and called this morning, and then they called me back like an hour ago and said they had an immediate cancellation. And it's not like I could say no, especially since the dog is still out of town and that's always the most complicated thing to work out. But I am mortified at the condition things are because I did not have a chance to do a pre-clean cleaning.

Relax, brenda, I"m sure they don't care. If they were going to hudge you, they'd be judging the your pre-cleaning job, too. This way you have an excuse.

I don't visualize, either. I don't have a very visual imagination in general. I like to imagine my body melting or dissolving, which seems kind of weird but does relax me.

My house is full of Polish ladies.

For a second, I thought this was part of the falling-asleep discussion.

Oh, I imagine lying on the beach and listening to waves crash, but that's audio again, not visual.

I think of...things. It doesn't usually matter what, just as long as it's not traumatic. The senses involved don't seem to matter. I think until there's no thinking happening anymore. However, as a chronic insomniac, that's a chemically assisted process. I'm pretty awful without them, and I handle a poor night's sleep really badly.

I do have the call the cleaning ladies again. The powers of the shower stall spray, if they exist at all, are taxed.

I will sleep in whatever. I would sleep in jeans and a butondown if I weren't concerned with having enough clean clothes to go around--as long as I took the belt off, anyway. I do like nightwear, I just can't always be bothered. I am in pink plaid jammy bottoms this week, though, and a thermal long-sleeved top--it can range from flannels to silk pjs, to slips, to t-shirts and workout pants. And, god, I have a lot of those.

Learning to remind myself "that is just a thought arising in your mind, it is not a threat that is happening right now that you have to deal with" (or more succinctly, "thinking") while meditating has also been helpful with trying to fall asleep. But I am far from insomniac, just occasionally a little hamster-brained.

I can sleep in street clothes, but i usually regret it when I do. SOmething gets binding, or leaves a mark, or just feels kind of sordid when I wake up. Part of the reason why I like having a drawer full of jammies is that it gives me extra motivation to actually change before falling asleep.

Eta: I think my silk pajamas need mending. I should do something about that when I get home.

Pajama pants annoy me because they bunch up.

I think I like pajama pants, but it's a lie, due to the bunching up. Also, I mostly only wear them in the winter, so I end up with flannel pjs + flannel pants (edit: I meant sheets!) = felt board.