"Jesus is the only card I have left to play, but with that Card, I'll win the game." - Travis Allen 1981-99, Class of 2000, Auburn Adventist Academy

Bunk Beds

Dark. Very Dark. That was Sam's first impression of his latest leap. He blinked his eyes, but the darkness didn't disperse. As he waited for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, he explored his other senses. His left hand was resting on a hard surface, covered with some type of material. His right hand was holding a pair of pants, which were half off. *I must be getting ready for bed.* Sam finished removing the pants, and then dropped them on the floor for a lack of a better place to put them. As he twisted sideways, he felt a bra tighten across his chest. *Oh, no! Not a woman again. How am I supposed to get this blasted thing off in the dark? Didn't Al tell me once to twist the hook around in front? Why would Al tell me that?* After much fumbling and twisting, Sam finally managed to remove the offending article. With a sigh, he dropped it onto the pants, knowing he would have to put it back on in the morning. His eyes had adjusted a bit by now, and his limited vision, along with his careful explorations with his hands, revealed that he was standing next to a bunk bed. *Top or bottom? Well, I always liked the top.* Sam paused to listen for a clue to another sleeper, but all he heard was some faint snoring coming from anther room. He carefully explored the face of the bed in search of a ladder. The only thing he found was a desk at one end, found rather painfully by his right shin. Sam paused for a moment, then climbed onto the lip of the lower bunk. He placed his right foot on the corner of the desk, and heaved himself onto the top bunk. He landed on something soft, that gave beneath his weight. The object jerked under him and gave an indignant squeal.

"Oh, boy!"