Lucas M

Bed Making

For some reason or other, I find a peculiar pleasure in the simple chore of making my bed. Every morning I get up early and read for some time, then go back upstairs to execute the task. It is always more enjoyable when done slightly later in the morning, so that the time allotted to the daily duty conveniently chips into the time which should be spent on the more pressing labors of the day. If the enterprise is to be properly laid to rest, absolute immaculate perfection must be achieved. Everything must be tucked in neatly, with corners folded in the proper naval fashion. In a typical day, I spend about twenty minutes carefully tailoring the bed to near perfection. There are times when fortune smiles down upon me, and my younger siblings demolish my tour de force in their eagerness to jump, frolic, and destroy. After calling them off from their rampages, I feign distress then repeat the task with hidden enthusiasm, taking as much care and applying the same exacting expectations as before. Then of course, even if I am not so fortunate, it still holds that the neatness begins to wear off as the day grows older, and I am inclined to go back to my room to restore the original splendor by tucking in a few loose areas and smoothing out any unbecoming wrinkles.