Eat bed
You book a hotel room and ask for two queen beds. One is for shoveling food in your face like it's your last meal. The other is for lying there like a dead man.
I got two beds. One for eating, one for dying. The eat bed is by the door so I can run out when I get full.
The eat bed is my throne. The other is for my brother. He didn't even bring a snack.
I asked for two beds. One for food, one for sleep. The eat bed is by the door because I’m dramatic like that.