Day 294

A Good Night's Sleep

Laundromat.
One AM.
No one but me.
And the homeless man asleep under the table.
I load a month's worth of fashions
into the washers.

Laundromat.
Three AM.
No one but me.
And the homeless man asleep under the table.
I remove my toasty clean clothes
from the dryers
and return home to
hang them in my closet
fold them into my drawers
put on fresh pajamas
and sleep in my cozy bed.

Laundromat.
Four AM.
No one but the homeless man asleep under the table.