Our lodge had a loft-like area with a large bunk bed where the five of us slept. Dwayne and I were supposed to have the bottom bunk to ourselves (give or take a child wanting a snuggle), but on the last night, we went to bed to find all three children already sound asleep on our pillows.
Notice Wesley’s cherubic pose, excepting his arm that fully covers Kyla’s mouth. How could we displace that? Dwayne and I slept on top, and Kyla eventually moved two inches to safety.