Image by Peter Weideman from Pixabay
Tight
military corners
crisp, clean
sheets
Nice fluffy pillows
*
No wrinkles
Freshly made bed
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No wrinkles is the best feeling ever when I go to sleep! Lobed your poem!
I don’t like a tight bed… smooth but when inside like being in a box! 😆