Another analogy is that in the center of the mattress there is a dense ball of energy - something like our sun, which sucks all time and space towards it. Any less dense matter will simply be pulled into its field, helpless and ultimately destroyed by its power.
You get my point.
So, I've taken to sleeping on the furthest reaches of our mattress galaxy - up in the crunchy tip of the taco wall, far away from the magnetic center. Last night, in some unfortunate stage of sleep, I jerked and landed the dead weight of my whole body on to the floor. I barely remember the impact, but I've retained the carpet burn trophy on my ankle, the whiplash in my neck, the crunch of my tailbone, and the strain in my left wrist, which can only barely contribute to its half of typing this story.
Either it's time for a new mattress or time for those guardrails to keep babies from flying onto the floor. Rockstar.
I was babysitting late one night. 4 year-old Lorraine always asks me to lay down with her until she falls asleep. I always lay on the edge of her bed so I can get up without waking her. That late night I feel asleep. I rolled off of her bed with a loud THUD, waking her and the baby.
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xoChelly
P.S. I love how you can make a story about a mattress interesting to read. That's talent.
Posted by: Chelly | on May 8, 2007 07:47 PM