Waking my wife

Mary and I got married and went to Costa Rica for our honeymoon. Both the wedding and the honeymoon were wonderful. I don't have pictures yet, that's not my department and not the story I want to tell right now.
I have been doing so good lately at avoiding the type of random incidents that make good stories. You know, not doing stupid stuff which tands to result in fewer injuries to tell about. But, on the honeymoon, Mary caught a glimpse of me; well, I imagine she caught lots a glimpses of me, but this one imparticular was indicative of my clumsy nature.
We were sound asleep one night when all of a sudden I lost my footing. Right, I was in a bed, horizontal, and I missed a step. You know the feeling you have when you think there is ground under your foot, you put it down, and it just keeps going beyond where the ground is - so you have to step quickly to avoid falling - that's what was happening. Well, I jerked quite fiercly as I kicked at the covers to quickly find more solid footing and woke my wife. After being so rudely awaken, she of course asked what had happened. I had no idea how to explain to her that I am so clumsy that I stumble even in my dreams, so I just told her 'nothing's wrong, just fell in a hole.' That of course was a terrible explanation which just brought more questions and I had to explain further, but a more detailed explanation was almost embarrassing at the moment.
And you thought this would be about how I got smacked in the face as I tried to wake up my sleeping wife in the morning. Well, luckily I have managed to miss all the flying objects when that happens - which is easy to do when the number of flying objects is zero.