The Catherinette Chronicles

At one point in our lifetimes, we have all fallen out of a bed or heard stories of some small child that fell out of bed and cracked it’s head open on the wooden floor.  Those poor children.  Nowadays there are safety precautions that one can take - people will surround the bed with pillows or put up one of those little kiddy railings that keep the kids from rolling right out of bed.

You know what?  It’s no wonder that children all over the world fall out of bed and hurt themselves.  Twin size beds are freaking TINY!!  There’s no room to freaking move in one of those suckers.  The only thing that provides less space is a god damned sleeping bag.  For the last week and a half I’ve been stuck in a twin size bed and I freaking hate it.  I have enough room to lay on my back and that’s about it.  Any stretching out would mean that my limbs would hang off the bed, and we all know that that’s not an option because the monster under the bed might grab me and drag me under.

Lord only knows how in college I would manage to sleep in a twin sized bed with my boyfriend.  Neither one of us were fat, but we were both tall and had to sleep all tangled up.  Another miracle since now I can’t stand sleeping in the same bed with someone when our bodies touch.

I can’t freaking wait to crawl into my queen sized bed tomorrow and sleep right smack in the middle and be able to roll all over the place.

Stupid twin sized beds.