Well, I probably shouldn't speak for my sister, or for my brothers for that matter. But I, for one, am no princess.
I got up in the dark of the morning to get a glass of water--humidity has been so low here for so long--and when I came back to bed, I discovered I'd been sleeping on this eraser.
It was undeniable. It was right on top of the feather bed, which is on top of the foam, which is on top of the mattress. And it was still warm.
Ahem.
I would like to thank the kernal of corn for stepping in for the pea on such short notice. I couldn't find a pea anywhere around the house.
Not that that apparently means much.
For all I know, there could be dozens under the mattress.
