Once a week I get to pretend
I’m a guest at the Four Seasons
where they give you nice, clean, soft sheets
freshly-laundered, every day.
Every Tuesday
(or Wednesday/Thursday/Friday/Monday, depending)
I get to corral all of those musty towels
and stinky socks
and jeans that could walk themselves to the hamper
and with soap and quarters and mechano-magic
turn them into puffballs of clean-smelling goodness
so that every Wednesday
(or Thursday/Friday/Monday/Tuesday, depending)
I feel better reaching for a kitchen towel
I feel happier slipping on my favorite pair of underwear
I feel rich surveying the multiplicity of choice
that is my t-shirt drawer.
But the best thing
of all about Laundry Day
is Laundry Night
when,
after a long, hot bath
or a long, hot shower (depending),
I turn off the lights
and turn on the ceiling fan
and crawl into a bed fitted with clean, soft sheets
just like you get
at the Four Seasons.
Some people might think
it’s better at a hotel
when someone else does the washing
and the folding
and the making of the bed.
I say it’s probably better
to do it yourself.
You appreciate that bed more
when you’re pretending to be
a Four Seasons maid
than a Four Seasons guest.
Most of the time, anyway…
xxx
c
Photo by Sir Mildred Pierce via Flickr, used under a Creative Commons license.
Such poetry!
You’re a goddess, CoCo.
My wife agrees with you on the clean sheet sensation when entering to bed, she enjoys that a lot.
I don’t, I feel that I can not slip well, it is a sensation like it needs a certain “lubrication” to slip with no friction at all.
I’d say that the ideal situation is in the middle of the period between laundry sessions.
Shucks, Bon…I’m blushing (in verse!).
Ricardo – I love that you and your wife had a discussion about when in the wash/dirty/wash cycle sheets feel best. Sounds like my kind of relationship…