Last weekend I decided to clean my room because:
a) I couldn’t find the floor
b) I really couldn’t find the floor
c) My scattered disowned clothes were preparing to knapsack themselves and hitch on out
So after I had folded the clean clothes that had been having a pile party in the washing basket and shoved them away, I set about making my bed.
It was the full hog. Clean sheets tightly tucked in, crisp pillow cases, my favourite duvet cover – fresh and cosy and clean pjs. After casually, but carefully placing the cushions, plumping the pillows and nicely spreading the throw, I stood back and admired my handiwork. It was admirable, like straight out of a magazine and dive right in kind of amazing. And that’s exactly what I could’ve done, but I waited.
That night I peeled back the covers and slid into bed. My hair was freshly washed, my legs shaved and smooth as I slipped right into that pristine goodness.
Mmmmmmm….. It’s like when you come out of the cool ocean and wrap yourself with your fluffy beach towel or sip at a creamy hot chocolate on a cool winter’s day. It’s that moment right there that you fall in love with your bed just a couple more thread counts. It’s just… bliss.