making the bed

i stand at the door

of the bedroom trying to decide

if i should

make my bed or not.

i sigh.

maybe i should. maybe by doing

something

so simple like that 

it will

make me a better person.

it will get the ball

rolling

about other things like recycling 

or finishing

a book i've been

reading for six months.

one has nothing

to do with

the other, but by making the bed

maybe it will put

a spring in my step.

the sheets tucked tight,

the blanket spread,

pillows arranged just so

in hotel

fashion.

it's a good way

to start the day i've witnessed

and been told.

maybe later. 

i need coffee. gotta go.