H.S. Short stories (drafts)

Gentle Cycle

Laundry.

You know the thing of existence that never fails to stop piling up?

Yeah, that.

Laundry never goes away unless you stop dirtying them or simply becoming a nudist. Being a nudist is a real thing in some countries, ya know? Where I live, it's illegal in public.

Today was laundry day, a day that never stops existing, my typical Tuesday.

YAY!(note the sarcasm)

I gathered two medium sized round white baskets, the kind that are plastic bulky and sometimes my socks, undies or bra slip through the gaps of them. So ever annoying finding a stray bra clipped to the lost and found wall the next week, either from another tenant finding it on the floor or in the dryer because I'm blind (sarcasm again) and didn't see it.

I could stop washing my clothes and just buy new ones every week? Nah, that's a lot of wasted money and time shopping I don't have really.

I fill my other days with work as an Registered Nurse, been that way since I graduated college and haven't stopped working Wednesday through Sunday. Monday and Tuesday being my only ever days off, sometimes I even have to work Monday's if I need a fill in or it's just busy.

I consider myself lucky, living where I live and the amenities I am provided, I could be far worse honestly.

Smiling to myself and no one in particular, mostly because im having a good quiet day to myself to just meditate and do my laundry like j do in silence every Tuesday for the last 3 or 4 years, I set my baskets down before the washer and begin the weed through the clothes.

This is probably where and why I lose some articles of clothing because I don't sort them in my apartment because I don't remember to until it's too late. Ooops.

Tossing certain clothing in a pile and other clothing in the washer is therapeutic to me and I relish in the tranquility I get from it, a content sight leaves my lips and I suck in a small breath only to release it through parted lips formed of an O shape. Whistling is also something I do when I feel tranquil, relaxed and content.

Whistle while you work is going through my head in loop, my mouth and breath in tune with and when to appropriately whistle. It's only a few times singing it over and over until another sound of someone else whistling is heard from my own ears.

What the fuck.