A cold october morning. 1998. A women cries in a Stratford hospital followed by silence. Then a small wail answers. Some call it a divine intervention, others call it a cruel experiment. I am born.
Several of my family members think it’s wrong. Myself and a couple friends think it’s totally okay. I want to know what the rest of you think.
Pssh. I wouldnt let my best friend sleep on the floor! Plus you have a snuggle buddy!
Wrong? Wow, er. That’s awkward, I’ve shared a bed with virtually all my friends.
I really don’t think twice about it. Seems normal to me.