After dinner, Jon went upstairs, sulking a bit and trying to think of a way out of his predicament. He laid down on his bed, closed his eyes, and dreamed things were back to normal.
Sydney curled up on the couch, with the TV in the background, and watched for a while before nodding off herself. When she woke up, it was late. She tread lightly up the stairs toward Jon's room, entering and closing the door behind her.
She crawled into bed with him and started to fall back to sleep contentedly. Jon stirred, still only half asleep, mumbling and pushing Sydney out of the bed onto the floor.
She mumbled herself, not liking being pushed onto the floor, and crawled back into the bed, asserting herself. Jon wasn't sharing. This time, when he pushed, she pushed back and knocked him out of bed.
Sydney knew it wasn't nice to do that to him, but if he wasn't going to share, she was going to take the good sleeping place.
