I coughed, groaning. Bambi's hand was currently draped over my face and I suddenly regretted letting her share that bed with me.
As of last night, there was heavy rainfall and after several thunder strikes, she ran up begging if she could stay with me for just that night. I obliged, offering her the top bunk, however, it turned out she was more scared than I thought. So that was how we ended up together, on mine.
She slept like a pig; a foul, appalling pig. She sprawled out on the bed in a grotesque fashion without any atom of regard as to who else was on it with her. I was tempted to shove her off, right then.
My night's sleep had gone awry despite having such favourable weather and she was the cause. In the future, when such a situation came up again, either she slept in the top bunk or she didn't sleep at all.