The futon bunk bed saved someone’s life, once. We were having a sleepover party. It was great fun, all games, ghost stories and toenail painting. At 2AM the five of us piled into bed, exhausted. Two slept in the top bunk, and the rest pulled out the bottom bunk’s futon and got under the covers. We giggled and mumbled to each other for a while, then finally fell asleep.
Suddenly, Tara next to me, screamed. She jumped onto my legs, and we heard a thud. Something hit the floor. Everyone awake now, we looked over the edge of the bed. Peering at us was a confused and sleepy Sara. She’d rolled off the top bunk. The futon mattress extending out further than above had interrupted a dangerous fall.
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