"Aarrggghh," Trixie growled as she kicked off the covers of her bed. "It's 2:30 a.m. and I'm still wide awake. I hate it when my stupid mind won't shut up!"
Trixie climbed out of bed, opened her bedroom door, and went downstairs. She padded into the family room and sat down in her father's recliner. She twisted and squirmed in an attempt to get comfortable. Finally, she gave up and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. Trixie was sitting at the table with a glass of cold water when she noted a rhythmic, swooshing sound. Scanning the kitchen, she tried to find the source of the sound. She prowled around the cozy space and then went towards the laundry room. Trixie paused at the doorway, where she could hear the sound more clearly. She flipped on the light and studied the small, tidy area. She looked down and realized that the sound was coming from a peacefully sleeping Reddy, curled comfortably in his dog bed. Trixie jumped when she heard the clock in the kitchen chime, announcing the three a.m. hour. Trixie watched the snoozing dog and muttered, "I wish I could sleep like you do, Reddy."
Trixie's hand was poised on the light switch, preparing to leave the room, when she was struck by an odd idea. If Reddy was as comfortable in his bed as he appeared to be, then maybe she would be as comfortable. Trixie quickly glanced around her, then got down on the floor of the laundry room, and wiggled her way into Reddy's bed. She pulled her arms and legs in tightly and laid her head on Reddy's back. After a few adjustments, Trixie relaxed as she listened to the dog's even breathing. Within minutes, she fell sound asleep.
When Trixie awoke the next morning, she was confused. Why was she in Reddy's bed in the laundry room? Her neck hurt and her legs refused to straighten out. As she tried to work out the kinks and knots in her body, Trixie remembered the sleeplessness that had plagued her the night before. With an appreciative pat to the head of the snoozing dog, Trixie crawled to her feet and hobbled out of the laundry room.