Where is baby?

Yesterday morning, like any other morning, the first thing that I do after waking up is to walk over to Anya's room to check on her. This is the view that I had of her cot from the entrance of her room:

Now where is she?

Slightly alarmed, I quickened my pace only to find that she crammed herself against the foot of the cot. Later in the evening after The Husband came home from his reservist, he shared with me that he found her in the same position as I found her when he woke up at 6am in the morning. And he had shifted her back to the centre of the cot. Apparently, our caterpillar had wiggled all the way back to the foot of the bed again between 6-9am. What a queer little girl!