Make-up the Bed

It may be terribly old fashioned, but we start every morning with making-up the bed. My husband looked at me frowning this morning and said in his gentlest voice. “ It is real. You don’t have to make it up.”

This cracked us both up so much it took a while before it was done. Being a writer I make up things all the time, but for one reason or another, the language similarities had escaped me.

A few years ago he surprised me with something similar. I was hunched over my keypad, fingers flying, my expression set, while I made the world in my head come alive on the screen. Shawn leans over and says, “What are you doing? Making it up as you go along?”

It took a few minutes before the giggles erupted, but he had completely and utterly pulled me out of my head.