11:48pm on Thursday night I was sitting on my bed doing homework. Camm was on the floor doing homework as well. I heard a yawn followed by, "Hey Moll, I gotta go to bed. I'm too tired to keep working."
I looked around at the bed I was working on.
I know those papers look like they're in a heap of nonsense, but they are actually in a very precise order that if moved would ruin my entire thesis.
Though I was tired, the thought of putting these things away absolutely exhausted me. "Camm," I said, "I have a lot of work to do, I think I'll just pull an all-nighter." Then I realized that if Camm wanted to sleep, I still had to clean off the bed even if I didn't want to sleep.
That's when I came up with the grand solution: Forego the bed and construct a fort:
The good news: I didn't have to pull an all-nighter or sleep with my homework.
The bad news: We had to sleep on the floor.