Why, when I change the sheets on my bed, am I forever putting the clean ones on after 11:30 at night?
Even when I removed the old sheets at 4 in the afternoon.
Or 7 in the morning.
Even when I’ve done the laundry– washer and dryer– and could just as easily put the same ones (now Clean) back on.
Even when I’ve had– all along– clean ones ready and waiting in the linen closet.
But it’s always the Same Thing: dragging myself to bed bleary-eyed, so ready to lie horizontal and still for a few hours together, and the dawning, ugly, dreadful realization somewhere between the upstairs and down, that I Don’t Have Any Sheets On My Bed.
