Unmade beds are agents of entropy; they’re only going to get worse. First the bedding is in disarray. Then laundry starts to pile up on it. Then there’s so much other stuff on it that there’s no room to sleep unless you toss everything on the floor. Sometime later, you realize you can’t remember when you last washed your sheets. Taking a minute to make your bed immediately snaps some order into the chaos.
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