A Bed Fit for an Icon

Sitting on rubber remote buttons was ruining my posture, so around bedtime I had to scout for actual VIP accommodations. I dragged myself over to a tissue box sitting on the end table. Tugging a fresh tissue out took way more upper-body strength than someone of my talents should ever have to exert, but once it flopped down, I rolled myself into a neat little paper burrito. It is definitely not Egyptian cotton, but considering the terrible hotel standards around here, having a private tissue blanket will have to pass.