a familiar scene with a twist. that's right, a little late night, covert reading under the bed.
she was out like a light. i had to drag her out from under there and lug back to bed. she didn't so much as flinch. then in the morning, i asked if she remembered being under there. she said, "yeah, that's where i read at night." i asked, "why under your bed." the reply, "the light hurts my eyes." my suggestion would be skip the late night reading and rest those precious peepers!
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