were at summer camp. I mean, he was
nice enough and incredibly
knowledgeable about coils and latex and
memory foam, but I was scared to roll
over for fear he’d start spooning me.
Was I too friendly? Should I not have
asked him where he was from? Did he
think I meant something else when I
patted the empty space next to me to test
the pillow top?
I obviously should have asked Freak
Show Bob to get off the damn bed, or
found someone else to help me, instead
of sneaking out the door and blowing my
only opportunity that week to go mattress
shopping, but I didn’t want to embarrass
him.