I relate to the kid. I once slept under the couch cushions because it was more comfortable to be kinda warm than to be cold sleeping on top. Buddy was the first to pass out and it was like 2 am and I didn't know where an extra blanket was.
Why do I have the urge to slide the box around? What is it about a small weight inside of a cardboard box on hardwood flooring that gives me this urge?