When Amelie first moved to her big-kid (trundle) bed, every once in a while I'd go in in the morning and she'd be somewhere strange, like on the floor or the one panic-inducing time when she was in the closet.
Early this morning, I walked in to find this, and at first I thought she must be in James's bed or on the floor somewhere.
Aerial view:
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