I'm staying at a hotel in an old building, like a renovated house or apartments, with several other people, I think Steve and Keta and Heather's friend Jessica. It seems that we have enough beds, but they're all doubles, and it seems that this means I might end up sharing a bed with Jessica.

Then somebody points out that there's another room, tucked away down a hall, a tiny room with a very low ceiling. Nobody thinks they could sleep there, because it's kind of claustrophobic, so I heroically volunteer to take that one. I can sleep there just fine.