I believe in bunk beds. For most of my life, I’ve slept in a bunk bed - the joy of being the middle girl in the family. When I was younger, I shared with my older sister. There would be nights that I would wake up in a cold sweat, reliving the terror from whatever demon owned my dreams. “Ashley”, I would call, the only words I could muster, and she would be there. So many nights she would talk to me, diverting my attention to a new story that she would make. Where lollipops were the size of trees and fairies and mermaids lived adventurous lives. The bunk bed gave me a friend in the night. A knowing that there will always be someone there to help you through the scariest moments of your life, no matter the hour. As she grew up and out of
