Sleeping beside another body

I am tired and grumpy this morning. This is because my partner had a restless night which means I also had a restless night. He awoke me around 4.ooam by grabbing the sheet and rolling over taking it with him and allowing a rush of cold air to get underneath. Annoyed I got up and stomped off to the toilet. On my return he said,"can you wake me at 6.00am, I have a busy day" before rolling back to a snorty slumber. He knows that I naturally wake at this time, but only after a good nights sleep.
"No" I said as I got back under the covers "tough luck".

I did finally fall back to sleep until he stirred sometime later then put his socks on whilst sitting on the edge of the bed. This shook the bed and me awake fully. On and on it went like an earthquake until he stood and left the room. Relief washed over me as I settled back into the bedclothes and some peace and quiet. But he left the door to the kitchen open and apart from the clanging of dishes, the smell off toast wafted into the room awaking my senses.
"Shut the door" I yelled over and over pointlessly because he couldn't hear. A few minutes later he came into the room.
"I'm going now". I glared at him, ready for my attack.
"Can you please not sit on the bed and put your socks on. It shakes the bed and me awake".
"But the floor is cold".
"That's what the mat is for. Can you also please shut the door to the kitchen as you are noisy and the smell of toast comes into the room and wakes me. It puts me into a bad mood". I can feel my blood pressure rising preparing for a the battle.
"OK I'm going now", he says hitting is leg on the cupboard in his haste to get away from the crabby, hormonal female in the bed. I am left feeling bad that he has gone and we are not happy with each other. What happens if he has an accident and is in hospital and our last words were harsh to each other. I get up later and ring him and apologise. He apologises. We tell each other how much we love each other then I hang up and go to put on a wash. As I walk up the laundry path I see a pair of soiled male black underpants that have been thrown out of the bathroom window in the general direction of the laundry. I make a mental note to speak to him when he gets home as I continue towards the laundry.