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Fresh clean sheets are one of life’s small joys.
~ Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata
(Animal Crossing: Wild World, 2005)

There’s nothing like slipping under clean sheets on a freshly made bed, the feel of the cool cotton against my skin.  I tend to sleep better, too.  Metaphorically speaking, all the wrinkles in my life have been removed, the messiness and disorder of the day ironed out in preparation for a peaceful, restorative night’s sleep.  I like to sink into the mattress, the crisp linens pulled up under my chin as I breathe in the promise of new beginnings and prepare to dream the dreams of dreamers.  The next morning the sheets are all rumpled, of course, as if I’ve traveled to Someday and back.  I had my night, though, and I’ll have it again — when anything can happen.  It almost makes me want to wash the sheets every day.  But then maybe I wouldn’t appreciate them quite as much.

What is your life’s small joy?