July 19, 2012

My dearest,

The dryer beeps, its spinning done. I open the door and a slow heat rushes out. I grab the first of the towels, now fluffy and clean and — oh! so warm and nice — and sink my face into it, smelling the loveliest fragrance in the world: fresh laundry. Mmm.

It reminds me of you.

Yours, ever and always.