there are clothes in the washing machine.
they've been there for almost four days.
the cycle is long since done and the water has long since evaporated.
my roommate's clothes are there, hidden underneath the metal lid of the washer, waiting for somebody to remove the once wet clothes and drop them into the dryer.
my experiment involves letting them sit there until he needs to use the washer or is missing a pair of socks or a t-shirt. when he is good and ready and needs new clean gym clothes or that favorite lucky shirt - he will come to the washer like the elephant to its dying ground. the cycle of wash will conclude there, underneath the pale moonlight and the sounds of the train rumbling by our little house on the hill. he will reunite with the load and it will be beautiful.
ok. that's weird and it won't really go down like that, but this is a sort of morbid curiousity i have. we both have tendancies to forget the second half of the wash cycle, but i'm quite sure that never has this gone on for so long.
i'll tell him once the smell of mildewed cotton and bone dry lycra permiate the air and it has become an issue. i truly hope it won't get to that and if my idle hands are causing harm, there will always be a next time. and as true as the sun is a star, i will open the door and push the clothes towards their dry destiny. after all, we are bachelors... and leaving behind the wash is one of the things that we do best.
that and leave stainless steel knives to rust in the sink.
this is "runkd" after a friend suggested a glass of beer as a character...