I slept in my daughter’s bedroom last night.
This is supposed to be a night table but it looks like a boarding house for fairy tale characters.
She has a queen-size bed and a queen-size sofa bed. She was gracious enough to let me sleep in her soft bed.
I couldn’t sleep last night. At two a.m. my adrenaline was still very high. At 3 a.m. I was too cautious not to shake the bed with my tossing and turning. Her mattress is soft, cushy, and kung malikot ka, pwede kang tumalbog-talbog. I was only squatting there so I was too careful not to occupy a big area. I limited myself to the edge of the bed.
I wanted to transfer to the sofa bed but it’s like Manila zoo. She has a lot of stuffed toys, giraffe, penguin, lion, monkey, rabbit, etc.
Sleeping in her room makes me feel like I am Annie in Wonderland.
