The rain is even louder on the walls of the laundry room than anywhere else in the house. As I open up the dryer, a cloud of thick, warm, wet steam billows out and surrounds me in the smells of lint and fabric softener. If only i could climb into the small appliance, curl up into a ball, and lay there, covered in warm, soft garments, forever.
...But I can't.
...But I can't.
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