Bunk Beds


“Can you imagine sleeping in that bed?”

My sister and I were touring a history museum, and I had to admit, that bed didn’t look very comfortable.

“Do you remember that old bunk bed we used to sleep in?”

“Of course I do. How could I forget? You insisted on the top bunk, and I could never get any sleep.”

I frowned. “Why couldn’t you get any sleep?”

“Because that thing was creaky and you rolled around constantly.”

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?”

“I did. You told me you didn’t care.”

Oh. Maybe I wasn’t as nice of a sister as I thought I was growing up.

“Sorry,” I said. “I guess this kind of a late apology.”

“I suppose I can forgive you. Better late than never.”

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