We had some good friends from graduate school come and visit a couple of weeks ago. In our tiny house, we have a spare bedroom that's practically connected to our own room and there's a futon in it for guests to sleep on. My parents recently gave us the futon, and before that our guests slept on the floor in sleeping bags because we're too poor to buy a futon ourselves. When our friends left to drive back to Spokane, they folded the sheets and pillowcases and put the futon back to its original shape. I washed the sheets, but...
