Spin Cycle Whirl

I trotted straight through the open double doors into the warm, rumbling hum of the laundromat! Right at the bottom row of machines, a giant circular porthole was churning a mountain of bright striped towels round and round. I leaped up, planting my front paws against the cool steel rim of the dryer next to it! Through the glass, soapy bubbles were clinging to the window in swirling spiral tracks. I tilted my head, matching the spinning drum with tiny bounces, splashing tiny beads of moisture onto the worn linoleum floor every time the red towel flipped past!