The Last Monkey
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Four Oceans Press + Copyright since 2006
assume, deeply in my subconscious. Since I purchased my current
mattress, seven years ago, it has sat on directly on the floor, with no bed
frame beneath – even through three moves. Before this one, I
slept on the floor for a year. Before that on a foldout couch with a bar in
the middle that slowly began to cut into my ribcage. And before that I
slept on a waterbed that took up half of my living space. My recollections
of prior choice and sometimes my only options for a place to sleep are
sketchy. Few of them are memorable, but one stands out.

My first theory centers around a three-story bunk bed. I was seven.

The middle bunk was mine and I was firmly convinced that if my feet
hung off of the bed, Sharks would bite off my toes.