Making the Bed
The first thing that the world demands of me once I start my day is for me to make my bed. But since the struggle of just getting ouf of bed was hard enough, I don't plan on doing this tedious activity right away.
It's the first thing of my day that I postpone. I will require at least two cups of coffee in my system, before I can even consider such a demanding activity. Two cups of coffee later, and I still don't feel up to the task. Why do I even have to make the bed in the first place? Soon or later, I'll just end up in there anyway and sure enough, it will end up unmade yet again.
I get ready for my day and try not to think about my unmade bed. But somehow the thought of it keeps weighing on my conscience. "Fine", I finally decide. "I'll make the damn bed". Less than 2 minutes later my bed is in order. It's spotless, tidied up and looks really comfortable.
Making the bed is absolutely pleasing. I can't recommend it enough.