My bed

That... is the state of my bed...
I can almost hear Dad yelling that I should make it, you know, fold the blankets and stuff...
I never actually saw a reason for making the bed.
I mean, at the end of the day, you plonk yourself back on it, in it, make a mess, or a nest of it again, so what's the point of packing?

I think the state in which the bed is in when you get up in the morning tells alot about how you're feeling...

See...

When you're totally bushed, the blankets might be left untouched and the bolster and pillow hardly moved. If you're that tired, I don't think your body would make any unnecessary movements in the middle of the night...

When you're feeling insecure or scared, your stuffed toys would either be on the floor in a neat manner around the bed because you might have arranged them around you the night before, and late-night thrashing might have landed them on the floor, looking indignant.

If you happen to have exams coming up, there would probably be an opened book on your bed in the morning, because, you brought your notes with you to bed, maybe to give yourself peace of mind, because there is no way (and you know it) that you would be able to study on the bed without dozing off...

When you're in love, your bolster would most likely look tortured because of all that hugging, or maybe a stuffed toy would bear (no pun intended) the brunt.

You can also tell what the temperature of your room in the middle of the night is like...

If you find your blankets on the floor, it's way too hot...

If your bed is perfectly made...
Parents beware...
Something is up...
Why else would teenagers bother to pack up unless they have something to hide?
Especially those with Maids or Moms who make their beds for them.

Aww... the state of my bed just means I'm lazy man...

If I'm going to sleep so much in the day, I'm setting myself up for another night of chatting without sleep...
Not the I'm complaining too much...