I love a freshly made bed.
Actually, I love making a bed, especially with freshly laundered sheets. I find the process as satisfying as frosting a cake.
Each sheet is like another layer, smoothed and ready to dive into. Folding each hospital corner like my paternal grandma taught me.
On a cool night, the warm sheets envelope you, comfort you under the weight of the blankets. On a hot night, leaving the covers off and turning on the ceiling fan.
Sleep tight. I will.
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