It was 1:39 am and Elaine was crying.
I groaned, rolled out of bed and went to her big-girl twin mattress, currently on the floor while the bunk bed gets painted. I sat down next to her and rubbed her back, quietly reassuring her until she stopped crying. Just before I fell asleep, I dragged myself up and was almost to the doorway when I heard a very clear and startlingly-awake voice bark, "MOMMY." How does she DO that? I could have sworn she was sleeping! "Yes, Elaine?"
"Snuggle," she ordered confidently. I sighed and resumed my uncomfortable position next to her, trying to make it seem like I was lying down next to her without actually doing so. Easier to return to my bed that way. She pressed her body as close to mine as she possibly could (thus greatly reducing my chances at an un-noticed exit) and draped a leg across me for good measure. I tried to listen to her breathing without falling asleep again myself. Several minutes later when I was sure it was safe, I slowly lifted my head from her pillow. Almost instantly she raised an arm and firmly pushed my head back down. I resigned myself to my fate and climbed all the way into bed with her, glad for the larger blanket I had put there earlier. She leaned into me, burying her head, twisting around until she was comfortable, which was only after 95% of her body was directly on top of mine. I wrapped an arm around her, pressed my face into her neck and cheek and kissed her ear before resting my head back on the pillow.
It really isn't a bad way to sleep, every once in a while.