Our story: Tom and I slept in a safe. The heavy old door with the lock was leaning against the wall, but there were still a pair of old metal doors that rubbed terribly on the hinges when you close them. We closed them to within an inch or two, and gratefully Ollie was sleeping heavily already and didn't seem to notice the grating metal. Once we closed them, they weren't reopened until morning (thank goodness I didn't have to pee in the night). It was stuffy, so Tom asked if he could turn on the fan, which had to be turned on by standing on the bed now unfolded.
The best part of it all is how silly the fan looks with its stubby four little blades: