fridays with asa: a confession

i have an admission to make.  i must preface this by mentioning that as the alpha dog of the pack, i am somewhat reticent about exposing one of my weaknesses.  however, i find that a little vulnerability is quite refreshing in a world where individuals construct façades of utter self-sufficiency.  so today i shall be vulnerable with you, my furry friends, with the hope that our camaraderie will continue to blossom.
the good Lord saw fit to wire me as a dog of alertness.  as such, you will usually find me monitoring and sniffing the environment around me.  but there exists one thing that renders me a heap of gelatinous ooze.  this would be a bed amassed with glorious pillows.  i am quite non-discriminatory.  big pillows, small pillows, round pillows, square pillows-- i simply adore them all.
technically, i am not allowed on the bed unless i am invited by mom or dad.  i am convinced this is a moot point being that i am a mature, responsible, and well-groomed dog.  my little brother booker needs supervision, of course, but not i.  nevertheless, whenever my mom or dad "catch" me on the bed, they erupt into laughter and dash to get the camera to document my "insurrection".  i'd like to inquire if a dog such as myself might ever enjoy a little slumber amongst the pillows uninterrupted??

good day!