Everyone was still over watching Glee one Thursday night last year, but I had a different agenda: avoid the sixteen people in the living room and get to bed.
I accomplished my mission and was ready to head into dream-world when the bedroom door opened, shining light into my dark room. I thought it was my roommate. Until I saw a head pop up at the foot of my bed. I slept in a loft last year, just far enough away from the ceiling that I could sit straight up. The only people that climbed up there were me and whoever was attached to the head at the foot of my bed.
The head became shoulders and she army crawled towards me.
"Katie," she hissed. "Are you asleep?"
I considered faking it, but I could not stifle my laughter.
"I didn't get a good night hug."
Melia crawled all of the way up to the head of my bed, gave me a hug, crawled backwards, and tried to climb down the ladder. The ladder was built for me, and I am literally eight inches taller than she is.
This started a long-standing joke about how Melia was going to sleepover one night and sleep in my bed.
"I get the wall," she always called. If someone was falling six feet out of bed, it was going to have to be me.
Over the summer, we shared a double bed one night. But there was no wall side.
Last weekend, we had three friends visit us, all of whom needed places to sleep. Our futon folds down to sleep two, but the third was out of luck.
Katie: Melia can sleep with me.
Katie: As long as I get the wall.
My bed is only four feet off of the ground this year, but that's still not a fall I want to make.
On Sunday night, Melia and I jumped into my bed and were pleasantly surprised to discover we both fit. We had an agreement. If either one of us couldn't sleep, we were going to take a spare blanket and sleep on the loveseat. No hurt feelings.
Jennifer: If you guys can't sleep, wake me up. One of you can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."
Jennifer seriously can sleep anytime, anywhere. There are nights I'm up working on homework with the light on, music playing, and paper shuffling when I look over and notice she is asleep.
Melia: Do you have enough space?
Katie: Yup. Do you have enough pillow?
Melia: Yes. If I get too hot, I'm just going to do what I did this summer and throw all of the covers on you.
In the morning, Melia and I compared notes. We both slept well. I wasn't cold, first time ever. The only real challenge was rolling over, but I only got poked in the eye once.
Jennifer had different notes. She got a horrible night's sleep. Quite possibly because she was afraid she would wake one of us up if she rolled over. Now that's selflessness! To be afraid to roll over at night because one of the girls in the other bed might wake up.