Juliet has a point. We need to sleep naked.

I turned to Monica. "Look, Monica. I know it's awkward and weird and stressful, but this is a weird and stressful situation. Juliet has a point. This really is the best way to make it through the night."

Monica huffed, while Juliet looked very satisfied with her victory. Maybe a little too satisfied for this just being about the best way to get through the night. But I ignored that for now.

Putting her hands over her chest, defensively, Monica sighed. "Okay." And a pause. "Okay, fine. We'll do it your way. I suppose it would be the best way to stay warm."

Juliet went over to Monica. "Thank you for trusting me."

Monica smiled again. "Whatever," she said lightly. And then we went to work gathering blankets. After another round of negotiating, it was decided to add three blankets to the top of Monica's covers. Too many more would add too much weight to the bed and be uncomfortable for Juliet. We gathered the lightest ones we had that seemed to be the most insulating and spread them over the covers. All that was left was to get in bed. And also strip.

"So uh, who's in the middle?" Juliet bravely asked the question that nobody wanted to ask. There were always these predicaments in sleepover-type situations. Somebody had to get either the best or worst position on the bed. In this case, the middle person in a row of three would certainly stay the warmest. But they would also have little control over their temperature. The people on the sides could more easily adjust position or get comfortable as needed. The middle person was essentially stuck.

I made the calculated move to offer it up to Monica. "Monica," I said. "You're hair is still damp, right? So if you get the middle, you'd definitely stay the warm."

Monica squirmed and didn't look at either one of us, even though we were all still fully clothed. "True, but I get warm pretty easy, so I think I should be on the side." It was true. Juliet and I did tend to run cold. Gotta love that female blood circulation. Juliet and I exchanged glances, and she shrugged, seemingly good with any position.