This is a Y-wing Bed.
My two-year-old will want me to build him one for his bedroom–possibly an entire starfleet for when his cousins and/or his best friends spend the night. And while putting his together, the building-supply guy will accidentally drop off a surplus in the form a Queen-sized Y-wing for my bedroom. And I will address my significant other as “Dutch Vander” and scream “O Captain, My Captain” while repeatedly being strafed with his proton torpedo.

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ZOMG. The house is for sale.We’re moving. Now.