Bunk beds And Extra Long Prayers

Grandma Lu loved to on line shop for things. One day she decided to look for some new bedding. As she scrolled through all of the pictures of bed spreads and pillows, she saw a set of bunk beds. Once again she thought of the bunk beds that she and her brother had when they lived on the farm. What a disaster! She sat back in her chair and looked out the window. Ah the memories; some wonderful, some not so much.

One day she and her little brother came home from school and there in the parlor were a set of metal bunk beds. They were the oddest looking things she had ever seen. The sewing machine had been moved and the piano was in the dining room! The big freezer was still in there but everything looked strange. Her little brother walked over there and decided that these new beds would be so much fun, but not to her! These beds did not have the heavy quilts on them. Where were the quilts? She would be cold with just those thin new blankets to cover up with. "Why do I have to sleep on this bed? What do you mean,  I get to sleep on the top? I'll fall off and kill myself!" I was assured I would love my new bed and of course, since I was the oldest I would sleep on the top bunk and all would be well.

She smiled as she remembered her mother showing her the new double blankets on the bed. It would be so warm. The blanket was so long that she would sleep on it and cover up with it. There were also new blue blankets on top of the double blankets. Plus she had made us each a new pair of pajamas. She acted so excited for us. She reminded us that the parlor would be so much warmer because it was much closer to the coal stove in the dining room. I loved my mom so much I tried really hard to be excited for her. I told her how much I loved my new pajamas. Then night time came.

She remembered having a little trouble going to sleep that night because there was no window to look out from. But with a grin she also remembered that the new blankets were so soft and not heavy like grandma's quilts, but the coal stove kept us nice and warm. The next thing I knew I woke up on the cold linoleum floor and couldn't breathe. 

I had fallen out of bed and now I couldn't breather; I was going to die!

My mother, father, and little brother were all talking at once and trying to get me to talk. Finally I got my breath back. My little brother thought my flight to my almost death was so neat. My father was very upset, but there was my mother.  She was saying all the right things, she told me that I wasn't going to die and that I would be alright, and I wouldn't fall out of bed again. She was right on all counts, but that didn't stop me from saying my prayers an extra long time the next time I climbed the ladder to the top bunk.