You know that old song... about the bears sleeping in the bed. One feels crowded.... "I'm crowded...roll over... so they all roll over..."
Well at the beginning of the story in this bed, I was all the way to the left..... and one by one, my little bears wanted me to roll over.... they were crowded. So I called out to my wife for help.... since I surely soon would be doomed to fall off the edge of the world. So what does she do? ...she runs to get the camera.