Let’s be real — laundry is hard enough.
But there’s one moment that feels like a personal attack:
You open the dryer.
You reach in.
And instead of soft, fluffy sheets…
You pull out a giant, warm, wrinkled ball — like your comforter and fitted sheet had a fight and merged into a single entity.
A cotton monster.
A linen lump.
A warm laundry meteor.
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