Thursday, November 29, 2012

Devil Bunk

So Dane decided a couple of days ago to switch our mattresses on the bunk bed, putting mine on the top bunk and his on the bottom. It was his original goal to be in bed before I got home so that I would accidentally climb into bed in the dark and freak out. Fortunately for him I came home before that happened. I will say though that the switch in the bunk beds has made me realize something new: the top bunk is of the devil. First of all, it is terrifying. I mean I'm laying in bed and all I can think about is "wow, that would really suck to fall in the middle of the night." Then for some brilliant reason the top bunk decided to be like 2 inches away from the ceiling. Within about two minutes of attempting to get to bed (which involved problem #3: I had to pretty much pole vault to get up there; I don't know how Dane did it, he's like 3 inches shorter then me) I was able to smack my head against the ceiling no less than four times. I felt like such an idiot, especially because Dane was already asleep so I was pretty much battering myself alone, I didn't even get moral support. Finally, after probably receiving a concussion from blunt force trauma I was able to fall asleep. All is well, right? Heck no! The devil bunk bed decided it would be funny for my entire blanket to fall off the bed. Now all you bottom bunkers don't realize how spoiled you are. In the bottom bunk you just reach over and grab it off the floor, no problem. Well as I clumsily reached over the bed to grab the blanket at 3 in the morning I realized "hey, that's really far away" (also I almost flipped off the bed for that stupidity). I decided that getting off the bed and taking the risk that I wouldn't be able to pole vault back onto the bed in the middle of the night wasn't worth it so I proceeded to fall asleep without my blanket (I'm pretty sure frostbite set in too). I slept until the morning and oh my, realized the blessings of the bottom bunk. Man, the things you take for granted.

With love forever and always, Sam

Ps: oh yeah, I woke up and met the ceiling with my face. Curse you devil bunk.

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