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Washing Machine
Laying in bed listening to the deep thud of the washing machine.
Your roommate is doing laundry.
In three months you won't have loud roommates, you'll have independence. Unhooking from college, dorm, roommate, life and locking the collar on moving in with your best friend, pain in the ass, love of your life.
Three months and you'll be clipping the leash on being depended upon by the furry child you raised with him, though up till the moving date you're more like a distant visitation mother on the weekends.
Soon you'll trade books for a full-time punch card and study crunch time for blissful dog walks and long bouts of book reading, origami, drawing, music playing, and uninterrupted amazing guilt-free sex that won't make you feel like a child sneaking around after bed time.
Goodbye school stress, hello life stress, and the freedom that comes with new responsibility.
The washer thumps on and you long for the feeling of his skin right now, his warm embrace upon waking, and those gentle loving eyes you could drown in.
You beg time to tie a loop on the long tight string, bridging the gap of this fantasy life with the cold lonely bed you lay in.
You listen to the laundry pounding in a steady familiar rhythm and you can no longer tell if the steady beat is emanating from the washer right next to your bedroom or from your own fantasizing heart thudding in your ears.
Your roommate is doing laundry.
In three months you won't have loud roommates, you'll have independence. Unhooking from college, dorm, roommate, life and locking the collar on moving in with your best friend, pain in the ass, love of your life.
Three months and you'll be clipping the leash on being depended upon by the furry child you raised with him, though up till the moving date you're more like a distant visitation mother on the weekends.
Soon you'll trade books for a full-time punch card and study crunch time for blissful dog walks and long bouts of book reading, origami, drawing, music playing, and uninterrupted amazing guilt-free sex that won't make you feel like a child sneaking around after bed time.
Goodbye school stress, hello life stress, and the freedom that comes with new responsibility.
The washer thumps on and you long for the feeling of his skin right now, his warm embrace upon waking, and those gentle loving eyes you could drown in.
You beg time to tie a loop on the long tight string, bridging the gap of this fantasy life with the cold lonely bed you lay in.
You listen to the laundry pounding in a steady familiar rhythm and you can no longer tell if the steady beat is emanating from the washer right next to your bedroom or from your own fantasizing heart thudding in your ears.
Published 24th May 2021
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1st Aug 2021 11:14pm
This is soooo familiar... moving on from student life is bittersweet. Yes, housemates can be annoying, but the responsibilities of adulthood can be so daunting. It's a similar thing when moving from coupledom to parenthood. I was struck by the similarity of the washing machine's motion to the loop you want to tie on time. So many parallels, and evocative sounds too. Well done.
