#hide-a-beds

[lsmolinari]

Hide-a-beds, shared bathrooms, and other holiday traditions

Hide-a-beds, shared bathrooms, and other holiday traditions

With a tiny snort, you awaken from a bad dream about being tied to a railroad track with a locomotive barreling toward you. You grope in the darkness, relieved to find yourself under a blanket, in bed, with no threat of being torn to smithereens by an oncoming freight train.

Relieved yet half-conscious, you exhale with a soft grumble, smack your lips, and turn on your side to nuzzle back into…

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[theoppositeofnormal]

Hell is full of nothing but hide-a-beds. You bump into them, hit your shins and toes, cut yourself, can't sleep. There is no ground, only hide-a-beds, you must stumble around on uneven misery. Hell is a place of intrusive, uncomfortable springs, and loud squeaking movements. Hell is cold feet sticking off of the ends. There are no pillows in hell. Hell is hide-a-beds. That is all. So, you know, don't be a dick.