Noon
Wet clothes in the dryer; four quarters in the machine. The ceremony begins!
“Soon!” I tell myself, “Soon, you will begin the rest of your life! The scents of crotch rot and armpit stains are yesterday’s news! The future is filled with warm socks and clean underwear! Everything will smell like Tide with a touch of Downy! Soon, the cycle will end!”
Watch til it ends! Watch til it ends…
