Even now I hear my grandmother's voice in my ear when I wake up in the morning and get out of bed. "Remember to make your bed after you get up! It clears your mind and your physical space." Those words created a habit in me which I would never leave behind. Even now, when I see a messy bed, with tangled sheets, askew pillows and a crumpled counterpane, my fingers itch to set them right. I love hotels where the bedsheets are pulled tight with nary a wrinkle, sometimes with white towels folded intricately into swans, rabbits and hearts.