I can often hear my bed calling my name begging me to come upstairs. If you listen carefully, you may hear your bed calling you too.
My bed and I have a wonderful relationship. I curl up with a good book, get snuggly warm, and fall asleep awaiting the events of the coming day.
I thought everyone had that same lovely relationship with beds.
I was mistaken.
As I headed off to bed last night, I stumbled upon something in the hallway.
Something that should not be there.
A certain someone who did not read the instruction manual entitled, “How to go to Sleep.”
But the best thing? She accused me of dropping her in the hallway since there was "no way" she got up and fell asleep there herself.