Sleeping with CDs

On Wednesday night Bob went to a club to see some funkateer music guy, Bernie. He got home after 2am so he went and slept downstairs. (It’s also about 10 degrees cooler down there so it’s a much better choice.) Yesterday morning I went down to say “bye” before I left for work and he’s on the bed in this crossways, crunched up position because the bed is covered with cds. I started laughing and said, “sleeping with your cds?” and he was still mostly asleep and said, “yah.” I think we’re both going to sleep down there tonight since it’s going to be another hot one and Bob said he would clear the cds off the bed.