there were three in the bed and the little one said:
actually, it’d be a lot better if I had this whole pillow to myself
oh and did I tell you, I’ll need to keep a hand on your chin for the time being.
so they all rolled over and no one fell out but it was exceedingly squashy
and daddy fell back to sleep but mummy did not
because that was the way it went most of the time, and also
she had a weird aversion to having breath on her face while she slept
and now she had it coming from both sides
like being stuck in a Dyson AirBlade
and there was this little matter of having a hand on her chin.
and that was Saturday morning.
so king-sized beds [should] only be made for one.