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I love our dorm laundry room. It has a cool concrete floor, and overpriced vending machines and it smells like clean sheets.
I just padded over there, leaving the sanctuary of our room to go out into the heatwave that's been melting campus over the last couple of days. 96 degrees. Probably peanuts to those who live almost anywhere else in the USA, but I don't do well with extreme heat. I'm well suited to California, because it's generally pretty mild. Compared to, say, Virginia summers. Dear God.
But yes, I padded over there and enjoyed standing in the soft, dark air for a few minutes, breathing in the clean sheet smell. I had a sweet, mournful song stuck in my head and it went well somehow with the smoothness of the soda machine and the hum of the dryers.
My hand was sweating with the metallic sweat you get from clutching small change in big heat. The labels of the drinks didn't look real, but after I thought that I didn't even know what I meant by it. I fed the coins in slowly, and my red credit climbed at a snail's pace: 10. 15. 20. 30. 35. and so on.
It was incredibly satisfying.
I got a coke. It tastes like poison sugar foam, but it's cold so I'm going to drink it.
I just padded over there, leaving the sanctuary of our room to go out into the heatwave that's been melting campus over the last couple of days. 96 degrees. Probably peanuts to those who live almost anywhere else in the USA, but I don't do well with extreme heat. I'm well suited to California, because it's generally pretty mild. Compared to, say, Virginia summers. Dear God.
But yes, I padded over there and enjoyed standing in the soft, dark air for a few minutes, breathing in the clean sheet smell. I had a sweet, mournful song stuck in my head and it went well somehow with the smoothness of the soda machine and the hum of the dryers.
My hand was sweating with the metallic sweat you get from clutching small change in big heat. The labels of the drinks didn't look real, but after I thought that I didn't even know what I meant by it. I fed the coins in slowly, and my red credit climbed at a snail's pace: 10. 15. 20. 30. 35. and so on.
It was incredibly satisfying.
I got a coke. It tastes like poison sugar foam, but it's cold so I'm going to drink it.