When I was little, I had the coolest bed…a TRUNDLE bed. I remember being so excited to get that bed because it meant when my friends slept over, they could have a little bed right next to mine, and that seemed like the most amazing thing. Right up there with sitting facing backward in the “way back” of the station wagon my parents had when my brother and I were kids.
Just like the station wagon became significantly less awesome when I turned 16 and inherited it as my first car, the trundle bed outlived its cool factor. It’s a twin bed, the mattress is about as thick as an ultra-thin maxi pad, and the frame squeaks and creaks (and not because it’s old…it was noisy as hell from the very beginning).