It’s morning again.
I want to cuddle up.
I want to stay under the covers.
But, wake up, I must.
I peel myself from the warm embrace of my bed.
I step out to face the day.
First things first, I tell myself; as I wash my face and take my breakfast.
Dearest bed, I will make you pretty.
Yes, I will make my bed before I leave to face the day.
For you see, this is my first task and achievement of the day.
So make my bed, I will.