The Art of the Sleep Pose

I’m starting to realize something. When you hear your mom headed for your room at night,

you’ve got like two seconds to pick a “sleep pose.” Last night—around 2 a.m.—I’m on my

phone, lights off, YouTube barely audible, just chilling. Then I hear it…

footsteps in the hallway. Heart drops. It’s Mom. Two seconds.

Decision time. I shove the phone under my pillow. Now I need a sleep position,

fast. On my back? Looks fake. On my side? Which side??

I panic and freeze in the most cursed pose imaginable—one arm pinned underneath me,

a leg dangling off the bed, face mashed into the pillow at a weird angle.