Making the Bed (in 100 words)

“This is it.  This is how I die.  What a fitting end.  Ha! Ugh, no one around to hear that one,” I say aloud.

“Are you stuck in the sheet?” my wife asks as she enters the room.

“These fitted sheets are out to destroy me,” I respond from within the confines of a fitted sheet.  The sheet won the battle before it even started. As I lay on the bed with my body inside the elastic deathtrap I seriously reconsider some life choices that have brought me to this point.

“Stand up. I’ll take care of it,” she says.

 

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