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I did my laundry tonight. I don't really mind doing laundry. Well, I don't mind doing it if I don't have anything else to do, but I hate it when it all piles up because I haven't had time. I hate piled up laundry. One of my favorite things in the whole wide world is freshly cleaned sheets. But more than that. I love having just come out of the shower, being clean, smelling fresh, my legs shaved. It's night. I'm tired and I have a good book. And, I love crawling into my sheets. My freshly cleaned sheets.

My mom uses laundry soap without scent. She's allergic to the perfumes, I think. So, laundry isn't as extravagant at home. It's still wonderfully amazing to sleep in fresh and clean sheets, but the absence of smell makes it all somehow incomplete. When I buy my own laundry soap, I get the kind that smells amazing. It's almost like a splurge. It makes me feel decadent, like eating chocolate cupcakes. And I just want to share the experience with someone. But no one is here, but me. Well, someone is here, but at the same time it's more like I am the one that's not here. Like, almost, I don't exist.

Tonight I made my bed. And it looks amazing. I just walked back into the room and the entire space was filled with the fresh aroma of warm laundry and clean. And I am clean. I just want to go to sleep.