There was her brand-new bed, the mattress wrapped with blankets as tight as a birthday present. Her brand-new bed with the frame that went right down to the floor. She’d gone to sleep with that bed tucked into the corner of the room, flush against two walls. Now it was in the center of the room. Right in the middle. The head of the bed stood a good two feet away from the peephole in the floor. And the foot of the bed—the foot of the bed was propped up, high and proud. It was resting on the bottom drawer of her dresser.
Wth how'd she not feel her entire bed move?
