Stop it. Please just stop.

My bed is not your bed. It is mine.

You have cushions and blankets and pillows and toys. Why is my boring people bed so much more exciting?

I will stay strong. Your whines won’t control me.

I am the boss.

Where did I put my ear plugs again?

I know in the end I will lose.

Do you know how pointy your little body is? Why must you lay horizontally?

P.S. You need a bath.

Luna enjoys the comfort of bed after waking me up in the middle of the night.

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Jessica Shipman
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