I like getting into a made bed every night.

When I was a kid, I didn’t care about a made bed, I’d get out and go about my day, then at night, just move stuff out of the way, get in and nighty night. Things didn’t change much as I got olde, like college, get out of bed, go about my day and then back in and out like a light.

I would change the sheets regularly, so it was just a matter of making the bed. It’s easier to make the bed when its not up against the wall and definitely easier to make it with someone.

Later, as I started living on my own, I started making the bed and I found that I really liked making it, felt good to look at the bed and then at the end of the day, it feels good to pull back the covers and slide into the made bed, snuggle down into the covers and go to sleep.

That’s really it, clean sheets, made bed, snuggling. Nighty night.