Baileywick awoke at six AM every morning and today was no exception. As the sun peeked over the horizon and in through Baileywick's window, he stretched and sat up in bed. His room was small, but tastefully arranged and always immaculate. He took great pride in his work and that extended to his private room as well.
After climbing out of bed, Baileywick immediately turned and straightened the pillows and covers. He firmly believed that making his bed was a good way to start the day on the right foot.
Satisfied with the bed, he turned to his wardrobe and opened the large doors. As he was reaching into the wardrobe and retrieving a fresh towel and clean clothing for the day, there was a knock on his door.
Baileywick opened the door to find Violet, one of the palace maids, with a large pitcher of warm water.
"Good morning, Violet," he greeted her as he held the door open to let her carry the large pitcher into the room.
"Good morning, Baileywick," Violet chirped cheerfully as she carefully poured the warm water from her pitcher into a large basin on Baileywick's table. "I hope you haven't been waiting long for your wash water."
"Not at all!" he assured her. "You're here at just the right time."
"Oh, good! Have a nice day, Sir!" she called as she left to continue her work.
Baileywick shut the door and picked up his towel. He hummed to himself as he carefully washed and dressed for the day. He knew that something unexpected was bound to happen sometime during the day, but for now it was nice to enjoy his relaxing morning routine.
