When we had moved to this house a couple years ago, my bedroom had been neglected while the home was furnished. Elaine had been given a fancy bed. Hers was a lofted bunkbed with a ladder to climb up to it. Beneath her bed she had a desk and chair to sit out.
My room was an afterthought. As my old mattress had been ruined from nightly bedwetting, the new one my parents purchased after the move was one with a built-in plastic cover designed to make it fully waterproof. They hadn’t bothered with a bedframe and had instead set it down in the far corner of the room.