Laundry Bunker

Keep your hands off! I dragged myself back indoors and stormed straight into the laundry room. Sitting right in the corner was a plastic basket overflowing with steaming towels fresh from the dryer. The whole pile reeked of fake lavender—absolutely disgusting! I wrestled a folded blue washcloth out of my way, kicked a warm striped sock clean over the plastic rim, and shoved my entire body into the toasty center. If you think anyone is folding this laundry tonight, think again. The heat is mine now, and I'm not budging until every last towel smells properly like stale cheese!