The Sleeping Porch: Exposed

Oh the sleeping porch...let me give you an idea of what this perfect little sleeping habitat is like. The porch is a small room at the end of our hall, filled with 5 bunkbeds, an overabundance of fans, one unused death trap of a heater, and an absurd amount of squirrels. It is always dark, courtesy of some duct tape/construction paper rigging on the windows- we like to keep things aesthetically pleasing, and cold. Sometimes an extra set of socks is necessary. Ideally, the porch would be a place for a restful nights sleep- this, however, is hardly the case. Some nights we engage in squirrel volleyball or dodge the squirrel. Others, some inhabitants have a little too much fun and bring the "joy of the evening" right onto the porch.There has been bunk-bed shaking and the occasional "angry emily."  My favorite part of the porch is the occasional night terrors courtesy of Mary Alice and Sage. According to Sage a roll call was necessary at 3 and Mary Alice was sure we were all being abducted- Jerry would never let that happen. Recently I have discovered someone's bed needs some WD40 stat! Every time the unknown culprit moves the dogs howl because the squeaking is so loud. I have the misfortune of having a top bunk again. For my clumsy and easily bruising self this predicament has turned out to be quite deadly for me. The first week of school I knocked over a fan and almost took out Emily. I have come close to falling off the side and gotten some sweet bruises from hitting the rails on the way down. If I do not have a bottom bunk next year things could be bad. Every night when I enter the porch I must watch out for Kathy's personal fan. I am convinced she sets it right in my path to get back at me for stealing her personal stool. After I dodge the fan I must remember the massive space heater which is conveniently located right next to my bed. I spider monkey it past the heater and onto the bed only to be met with no less than two squirrels under my sheets... thanks Lolly.