she had taken to doing her laundry at 4 in the morning. there were less people, so she didn’t have to deal with the machines being taken up, or people telling her to turn her music down. so that’s where she was now, music on, clothes drying, trying not to fall asleep as she watched them tumble around rhythmically. she tapped her foot against the washer she was sat on, humming along to the music, waiting. // @rationalised