As I opened the dryer door, the warm air hit me in a wave of heat. I peered inside to see the clothes tumbling around, spinning and twisting in a mesmerizing dance. The towels were fluffy and warm, ready to be folded and put away. The scent of fresh laundry filled the room, a comforting aroma that made me smile. I reached inside, pulling out a soft t-shirt and holding it to my face, breathing in the familiar scent. In that moment, I felt a sense of peace and contentment, grateful for the simple joy of clean, warm clothes.
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In the Clothes Dryer
