Sleeping on Eric’s bed

I have this tendency to sleep on others’ bed. I do that to all my closest friends. For some odd reason, I just like others’ beds better than my own. In fact, I sometimes prefer sleeping in the sofa more than sleeping on a bed, just because. I’m cool like that.

I remember in freshman year, I used to cut class a lot. I would stay up all night, crawl into Nick’s room when it was 8, maybe play a couple of games on his TV, my brother’s PlayStation. (In retrospect, I wonder how my brother did, while I had stolen his PlayStation for a whole year.) Sometimes, instead of playing games, I would just sort of kick him awake and steal his bed. I don’t know why, his bed just seemed so much more attractive than mine was. Now that I think about it, I wonder how he put up with me, sometimes.

Another time in freshman year, I went over to Lisa’s room. I saw her cool Pokemon stuff, took some pictures, and helped her do a bit of her jigsaw puzzle. Then I proceeded to pass out on her bed. I wonder how she’s doing. I miss her.