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| doesn' take up that much room... |
He didn't want to bring along the bed from the old place.
The floorboard of the rickety thing was broken, leaving the mattress unsupported, and the bottom end often sagged to the floor. Kinya brought only the mattress when we moved here to Honmaru. Because of my weak back though, he decided--okay; I put up a stink--to let me use a fold-and-roll type until he bought a new bedframe.
When he brought it into the room, part of me was happy--because I really wanted it--but part of me was concerned that God had allowed me to get something because I pouted for it (You know: like the way the Israelites were given a human king, like the way Moses was given Aaron to be his spokesman). Happy anyway, I slept on it right away.
When I woke up the next morning, I managed to hurriedly pull the bed into upright position and pinch my fingers while at it. There is, in bold writing, a caution on the hinge NOT TO GET FINGERS CAUGHT, and there are handles to use to fold the bed safely (Kinya even showed me last night)--but did the awakened eager beaver take notice? Sigh--she did not.
I prayed real quick that God would help my fingers heal completely by the time I had to do my piano special music for worship service, then noticed the fingers on my right hand were starting to hurt too. The hand I had hurt was my left hand; is this what they call "sympathetic vibrations"?
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| Folding Bed! |
That night, I e-mailed the following to my sisters:
Bedtime Story 
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:"This bed is too HARD! This bed is too soft! This bed is just right!"
And Junilocks fell fast asleep. The next morning, frightened to see three bears peering curiously at her, she was about to jump out the window and quickly folded the bed...
C-r-u-n-c-h!
Junilocks realized she couldn't jump out the window; she couldn't move; her fingers were caught in the bed hinge!
