found via iguessthatscool
(on the radio pt. 2)
He was rushing to do laundry. The bed sheets, the towels and everything that she used to wash for him. Dragging the cream canvas bag across the tiled floor, he claimed the remaining washers in the store and emptied his clothes. No sorting, no searching. As he grabbed his jeans, he felt something like paper in the pockets. He fished out a small envelope covered with her handwriting.
a). miss you already, hope you're doing laundry
b). you've been looking at this for a while, hope you like it
c). love you
Five quarters later, the cycle began. His black and white clothes, all mixed up exactly the way it shouldn't be, swirled until foam built up. He sat and watched his clothes go in a circle, and knew he would miss finding surprises in his pocket. The clothes were lucky. They had stains that could be erased. They could go on the same way on wash, dry and repeat when dirty.
