I knew it was strange to do so at my age, but I still crawled into bed with my parents some times when I had nightmares. At 18 years old, I would be mortified if it got out in my high school, but who would ever know. Besides my parents had a huge California King I could fit on.

Peeling away the sheets and covers I sneaked under them and into the bed, crawling between my Mom and dad. They slept on opposite sides of the bed. Backs facing one another. Smiling, satisfied with my achievement, I lay on my back between them, getting my head comfy on the pillow. That was until Daddy turned around to sleep facing me.