From time to time I hope to write about some simple, but truly wonderful things in life. Recently I've been feeling the loving power of the Made Bed. Really, is there nothing so enticing and satisfying as a made bed? We have a king size memory foam bed on a platform frame. Nothing fancy. Every morning after we get up, I like to make up the bed. We keep it simple, just our blankets and the pillows we sleep on. We're not sleigh or poster bed people with lace and satin decorative pillows neatly arranged; we're kind of Spartan about our bed. For a number of years, before and after Maya was born, the mattress was on the floor. The made bed is a psychological as well as practical pleasure. Making it sets the tone of my days and gives me an immediate accomplishment to feel good about at the start of my day. Throughout the day it is a recurring pleasure to come into the bedroom and see the bed made.
But best of all, the sun pours in through our bedroom window and lights the bed with warm sunlight throughout the day, which is especially yummy in the winter time (like now). And when I'm really lucky, the cat will be laying the middle of the bed and use his super power to pull me into a nap on top of the covers. Now, that is the best of all, laying down on the bed in the middle of the day when the sun has warmed the covers and the cat is fully accessing the cozy powers of the bed. It is a simple thing to make the bed and it is a simple pleasure to see the bed made. In life we all need comfort foods and simple pleasures that anchor our existence and allow us to truly appreciate being on this Earth.
