Neptune’s Bed
Her neptunian bed did it again. "Would it be alright if I took a small nap, 20 minutes maybe?" her friend asks, just moments after sitting on that cloud of scrambled sheets, and the original heap of clothes to one side (nobody but her knows for sure if they're dirty or clean). "Something about your bed, it's got some strange power going on..." Immense gravity pulls them to surrender, insomniacs will be absorbed into the vortex inevitably, she's a piscean...
