Tonight, like every night, you will climb into bed and turn into someone your daytime self would barely recognize. Some of you sprawl like royalty, some build fortresses, some bargain with the alarm like it owes you money.
Think of this as a friendly file on your after-dark alter ego — no lab coats, no lectures, just vibes and extremely serious blanket physics. Play along honestly and I promise not to tell anyone how many pillows you actually own. Seven questions, one bedtime verdict, zero judgment.
1/7
Lights out. Describe your final form.
2/7
The alarm goes off. Walk me through the crime scene.
