Does anyone else feel like their bed is a magnet for everything except themselves? Like, I swear, I'll leave a pencil on the other side of the room and the next thing I know it's nestled comfortably in my bed, wearing my pajamas and watching Netflix. And yet, when I actually try to get into bed, there's always a rogue Lego or a crumpled up piece of paper waiting to attack me. It's like my bed has a mind of its own and it's determined to sabotage my sleep. Anyone else dealing with this struggle?













