Ikea, Ikea.

My world seemed to go tragically dark as my Ikea’s guest bed suddenly got blocked in itself; actually, my world went miserably dark when the bed enveloped my friend when he tried to open it. I immediately felt myself get much, much heavier. I felt embarrassed and ashamed by the fact it was my responsibility if we were making such a noise in the whole apartment block. I wasn’t even sure it was worth it, if my friend would handle it, we were both sleepy and the guest bed didn’t seem so collaborative. My friend gripped the spring-bed like a maniac, closed and re-opened it, eventually.  My friend miraculously rescued himself from the Ikea’s guest bed. I promised I’ll never close it in my life again.