Guess what time I slept last night? To be exact, I didn't sleep last night. I slept this morning.
Not proud of it, neither did I not sleep on purpose. The double-decker bed didn't like me yesterday; it was kinda shaky. My brother just went, "Hmm good luck to you when you sleep! You can sleep in the living room if you want!" and climbed up sleeping soundly.
To be frank, I am very sure the bed wouldn't collapse on me, or even collapse at all. But just like how natural disasters might strike anytime, what could not happen?
Rather than staying paranoiacally awake worrying about my safety on the bed which doesn't seems safe enough, I camped at the living room. I am not exactly someone who can sleep anywhere, especially when a baby lizard is crawling around the room, so I ended up reading a book.