Now That I Have Made My Bed

I wish to lie in it.

Sorting, washing, dusting, sneezing, yanking on 55lb dog's harness, serving as high-ground or tree for cat being sniff by dog, cleaning up bowl full of sauerkraut knocked upside down on floor by dog, using drill Sargent voice to say 'no, sit, stay, go, get, down 1000 times,squinting through dirty glasses until my head hurts, untangling elastic straps wrapped around the washer's agitator, lifting, pulling, yanking, kneeling, pushing, bending, climbing.

I'm reading to crash on that bed just made with fresh-out-of-the-dryer sheets.

Here's hoping there is still room.