Thought I'd take a break to write some...
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She looked around the room, dumbfounded by the amount of boxes she had accumulated. What was even in all of them? It didn't matter, she was free and the deed was finished. A feeling of euphoria swept over her body and a smile crept up on her face. The positive feelings were intoxicating and she couldn't contain her over joyous thoughts, swirling around like a whirlpool.
"Is this what freedom feels like?" she asked herself aloud. "What will I do? Light a candle and take a bath? Pop open that bottle of champagne from 2010? Paint a portrait? Sure. Take up knitting? Yes, I'll do it all! Because I am a free woman!"
And for one brief moment, she was a free woman. Until she walked into the laundry room and saw the laundry basket she forgot about filled with towels wet from bathing doggies, clothes in the dryer and the other clothes in the washer that she had already re-washed 3 times that week.
Obviously this is made up. Because let's be real...I'd never ask myself if it's okay to drink my champagne...also, my painting abilities are that of a 5 year old. #StickFiguresOnly
And one other thing...I'm not EVEN CLOSE to being packed up. Which is why it was important for me to take a break and write about laundry. You're welcome. Also, I need sleep. Why did I even decide this was good to write?
Xoxo
Riley Writes
