I was raised to make my bed every morning. In college, I made my bed every day. It's the one thing I can count on after coming back after class or work, that my bed will be just right. The day may have been chaotic but my resting place does not.
Well...when I'm staying at the Williams B & B, I really TRY NOT to make my bed...Not going to lie, it's really not that hard. I live in the 'bunker,' so no one sees my room...usually.
And, I just slightly feel like a rebel. Baha. I'm lame.
Well...tonight a grown-up (as in older than me) must have found the unmade bed and decided it needed to be made.
It made me laugh, made me feel loved, and reminded me of the simple things in life.
Moral of the Story: Who knew making or not making a bed could make me feel furtive, rebellious, cared for, and loved? Life is about the little things, not the big things.
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