Crisp.

Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around like a Kool-Aid-stained ghost.
Um, Percy said, should I wear my bed sheets?

-- Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune


Clean, crisp sheets.

Sometimes I am practically wearing them as I try to get the corners of the duvet in to the cover.

Having just made the bed I now realise that I've put the duvet in the wrong way round.

Sidey-ways.

But I don't care.
I'm just in from work.
Knackered.

That'll do!

Zzzzzz.