A pair of my jeans gets stuck in the back of the front loading washer and I reach in to pull them out. The smell of wild mountain flowers surrounds me. Ridge splurges on the good laundry detergent.
There's a ringing somewhere in the house, but I don't feel comfortable answering Ridge's phone so I continue to shove wet clothes in the dryer. One of Ridge's shirts wrapped itself around one of mine and I struggle to untwist the sleeves before saying f**k it and throwing them in the dryer together. There's a sick and twisted satisfaction from our clothes being surrounded together. I've totally lost my mind. It's surely cabin fever from being unable to leave the house for days. Could happen to anyone.
Grabbing the empty laundry basket, I slam the dryer door and start the cycle. The ringing sta
