A Mother's Request

My mom stopped me the other day.  She needed to talk.  She seemed upset.

M:  "Honey.  I love you.  And I know you're going to hate me for asking this....but I've kept it in for so long I just can't wait any longer"
Me: "Ok..."
M: "You're going to hate me"
Me: "Just say it, mom"
M: "Can you please make your bed in the morning?"
Me: laughter
M: "Your door was open today and it was just so messy seeming with an unmade bed"
Me: "Can I just keep my door closed?"
M:  "You should always make your bed. It makes you feel better when you enter the room"
Me: "Well when my bed is unmade it makes me feel better.  Like my bed is inviting me into it."
M: "*pplleeaassee. I think it's so much better made"
Me:  "Well how about I'll make my bed every morning  for you and before I come home at night you unmake it for me?"
M:  "Ok!"