When you're 21, you make your bed in the morning

This post was inspired by the feeling of sheer panic and disorder that came over me this afternoon when I got home from class and came into my room. Something was different, and I honestly thought for a second that a) one of my roommates had been rifling through my stuff, or b) maybe we had been robbed. A quick sweep of the room assured me my laptop was still there and brought me to the realization that everything was fine and the unrest I was feeling came from the fact that I made my bed before I went to school.

Okay, so I know that for most that is not a big deal, and certainly not something to induce panic, but you know that feeling when something isn't right and you aren't sure what it is? That is how I felt. Of course this only lasted about 20 seconds, and I am being a bit dramatic by blogging about it (although my mother wouldn't think so).

I am not a morning person by any stretch. I have spent countless mornings throughout my life engaged in screaming fights with my mother because she had to drag me out of bed 10 minutes before the school bell. I never ate breakfast, I never brushed my hair, I rarely had matching clothing! I rolled out of bed, combed through the wreckage on my floor for an outfit, brushed my teeth and ran out the door practically all without opening my eyes.

This trend continued for years and years, until maybe this current school year when I started working at 9am and decided I needed to eat breakfast, look half-decent, and more generally, grow up. But still my bed went unmade.
This isn't to say that my bed has never been made, it just never happened in the morning. I don't think that I made my own bed even once in the morning since I was in Fourth Grade.

I guess 21 really is the age of adulthood.

Behold the miracle:

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