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After ecstacy, the laundry. I stumbled down the stairs and onto the porch. The laundry, upstairs, waited patiently for me to return. I leaned over the railing and stared at the swirling spirals of glistening colors on the grass. The laundry was still waiting, now impatiently. I thought I heard it start to whine and realized that I had forgotten the essential part of doing laundry: the clothes. I scrambled up the stairs and tripped over the laundry. It had been waiting there, planning that, I knew it. I gathered up my clothes and stumbled down the stairs once more.
I walked up the street to the laundromat, all the while concerned that the laundry was going to start attacking me. The spirals had morphed into dancing stars that formed a line behind me. I thought about dancing with them, but the thought that the laundry would revolt stopped me. I struggled to open the door of the laundromat, but one of the stars propped it open for me. It didn't stop dancing.
I put my clothes into the washer, hoping that they wouldn't start whining about the soap and the water and the spinning. The laundry always complains about the spinning. I sat down with a few stars and waited. The laundry whirled around in the washing machine. Every so often it would thump. I knew the clothes wanted out, but they would just have to stay in there for now. Soon they'd go into the dryer where they would be nice and warm.
I must have zoned out because the next thing I knew the washing machine had become quiet. The laundry was clean, now all that awaited it was the dryer. I carefully opened the lid to the washing machine, making sure that none of the laundry would escape as soon as the lid was up. It seemed as though the spin cycle had sedated the laundry enough that it wasn't attempting to escape. I pulled each article of clothing out of the washing machine and placed it into a dryer. After I had loaded the dryer, I put the quarters into the slot and hoped that the laundry wouldn't revolt if it got too hot in there. This load seemed to be a bit more fickle than some of the other loads I'd done.
The stars were still sitting where I had left them when I returned to my chair. From there I could watch the laundry spinning round and round in the dryer. The clothes tumbled over themselves in a seemingly endless cycle.
I walked up the street to the laundromat, all the while concerned that the laundry was going to start attacking me. The spirals had morphed into dancing stars that formed a line behind me. I thought about dancing with them, but the thought that the laundry would revolt stopped me. I struggled to open the door of the laundromat, but one of the stars propped it open for me. It didn't stop dancing.
I put my clothes into the washer, hoping that they wouldn't start whining about the soap and the water and the spinning. The laundry always complains about the spinning. I sat down with a few stars and waited. The laundry whirled around in the washing machine. Every so often it would thump. I knew the clothes wanted out, but they would just have to stay in there for now. Soon they'd go into the dryer where they would be nice and warm.
I must have zoned out because the next thing I knew the washing machine had become quiet. The laundry was clean, now all that awaited it was the dryer. I carefully opened the lid to the washing machine, making sure that none of the laundry would escape as soon as the lid was up. It seemed as though the spin cycle had sedated the laundry enough that it wasn't attempting to escape. I pulled each article of clothing out of the washing machine and placed it into a dryer. After I had loaded the dryer, I put the quarters into the slot and hoped that the laundry wouldn't revolt if it got too hot in there. This load seemed to be a bit more fickle than some of the other loads I'd done.
The stars were still sitting where I had left them when I returned to my chair. From there I could watch the laundry spinning round and round in the dryer. The clothes tumbled over themselves in a seemingly endless cycle.