It’s the middle of the night now. Guess why I can’t sleep? Because I have to share a bed with my little brother. He’s ten! He’s a boy! He steals the covers! How is this even possible? I’m going to die.

This is what it’s like to sleep with Gavin: right now his pillow is soaked in drool. He mouth breathes and I can smell his nasty breath.

Not to mention he tosses around all the time and has pulled the quilt we are sharing onto the floor.

And that the mattress is hard and thin and laid on top of a hammock woven from rope that digs into me at every time I move.