For the first time in a decade, they didn't roll into "The Trench." They didn't fight over the duvet. They just drifted off in their own private territories, finally understanding why they called it a "King"—because for the first time, they felt like royalty.
. They even considered a Wyoming King before realizing it would require a bedroom the size of a small airport hangar.
"I can't hear you over all this luxury!" Mark shouted back from the distant horizon of the right-hand side.
Clara lay on the far left, her arm outstretched. She couldn't even reach Mark's side. "I feel like I'm in a different zip code," she whispered.
The goal was simple: buy a king bed and reclaim their personal borders. They had spent weeks researching, reading about the sturdy Saatva Santorini and debating the merits of the Thuma bed frame Go to product viewer dialog for this item.