There's something safe about your parent's bed. It's bigger (and usually better) than your bed. And the people who sleep there are your Mum and Dad, the giants of your world. I can still remember that feeling of crawling into my Mum and Dad's bed after a nightmare or because I couldn't sleep or just because and there was that feeling of absolute safety. Of course, it's a great place to just curl up with a book too.
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