The fresh new smell, crisp white shirts, and soft fuzziness of sweaters. The irresistible feeling of burying your nose in little clouds of happiness and taking a deep breath that somehow calms you down. That is the magic of fresh laundry. Too bad for us, the journey to reach this happiness is painfully frustrating. Let’s rewind a bit. It is Saturday morning, you laze around in bed scrolling through your phone, rolling left to right, and finally decide to get on with your weekend. Stretching out, squinting eyes heavy with sleep, the steps out of bed slam you right onto the laundry hamper. Yes, the hamper is so overfilled that it has a striking resemblance to ghostly silhouettes that scares the living daylights out of you every time you wake up in the middle of the night to it staring you right in the face. With a sigh, you promise to tackle this mountain of dirty laundry today…just after breakfast. Two hours later, breakfast dishes in the sink and you sprawled in front of the TV. It’s okay, there’s the whole day left to do it. The next time you return to the world of living it’s 6 pm, sunlight is long gone so the task shifts on to Sunday.
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