Everything written after 2am and tagged laundromat.
the all-night laundromat had every machine running and nobody inside, and one dryer held a hoodie i lost two winters ago.
Nobody does laundry at 3am because they have to. I think I just wanted somewhere with light and a sound that wasn't my own head.
An all-night laundromat, one dryer running, a chair worn smooth by strangers. Being the only light on an empty street.
There's a kid's sock on the folding table that isn't mine. The place has been empty the whole hour, and I keep watching the door.
i didn't need clean clothes. i needed the fluorescent hum of an all-night laundromat at 2am, and one machine running that wasn't mine.