When you wash your sheets and wait till the very
last minute the
dryer cycle is done just to be able to get those warm,
crispy puppies back on the bed, to have the cosiest sleep you'll have all week.
I could smell the
dainty laundry detergent airing off the clean, crisp bed sheets I just washed. My Sundays are shit, but nothing beats my Sunday nights because it's
clean sheet night.
Gavin: hey man, wanna go for beers after work?
Mort: nah way man! It's clean sheet night!
