Once upon the time, there was a messy bedroom, which no one cares about. No matter, how mother and daughter argued that it should be tidy up ever day, beds should be made, and the world should go round.
Once day, the bed - under a stress attack - unmade itself, and no matter how much effort mom and daughter did to keep duvet, cover, pillows on their place, they would mix themselves up all over again.
The quarrel between mother and daughter went on and on, on whose guilty it was.
Among blames, and faults, they agreed that the bed had a life of its own, and it should be treated kindly and with respect.
The next morning, the daughter calls the mother in a hurry to take a look at what the bed had done to itself.
There was a heart shaped form with the sheets.
Since then, no one mattered about such small things, and everyone lived happily ever after - including the bed!
M.Stewart
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