“The Night We All Had the Grippe” by Shirley Jackson
This is a short story that was published in Harpers back in 1952 (Subscribers can read it online) and this is not the side of Shirley Jackson that I think most modern readers are familiar with, and that’s a bit of a shame.
It’s a simple enough story – everyone in the family has the flu (and why don’t we call it the grippe any more? That sounds much more ominous than plain old flu) and they are all having a restless night which involves much swapping of beds as the kids migrate to their parents bed and people move on as it gets crowded.
It’s a funny piece, one that has the sharpness that’s shown in her horror writing, with a wry amusement that makes me think she was thinking “Yep, this is life” when she wrote it.