Well technically, neither have I. But. If you have ever seen the bunk bed that Katie and I share [yes, my roommate's name is Katie, too], you would most likely have made an observation that went something like this:
"Huh. Wow. Whoever sleeps on the bottom has to sleep in a cave."
That would be me.
And if you have ever slept in a real cave you understand. Unless it was a really big cave and/or had bats in it. Because my bunk bed sports neither of those amenities.
I really don't mind it as much as I thought I would. I do have to make certain accommodations, such as shining a light awkwardly through the wooden slats at the foot of the bed so that I might read at night. But while I joke that I have to get all the way out of the bed to turn over, that isn't actually the case.
Yes, for the most part, I actually enjoy my little submarine-esque bed. It's a little like being six again and being able to sleep in a fort that I made for myself.
Well, just on the off-chance that you ever want to relive your childhood and pretend you live in a fort and/or have impetuously joined the Navy, and decide to buy a bunk bed that more-than-slightly resembles a cave, I caution you:
If your alarm goes off in the morning, DO NOT - I repeat, DO NOT - sit up as fast as you can to turn it off. Because if you are anywhere over 3 feet tall - and statistically speaking, I would surmise that you probably are - you will most likely hit your head on the board above your bed. And that hurts. Really badly. Possibly even a little bit throughout the day.
I mean, not that I've done that or anything.
Just hypothetically speaking, of course.