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I washed the bedding early this morning when I was still under the fond delusion that I'd be productive today. I just remade the bed and discovered a pillow case was missing. Not on the stairs. Not in the washer. Not in the tumble dryer...
I think all along, deep down, I knew this story would end with me climbing inside the duvet cover. I searched between the top of the duvet cover and the duvet itself, then plunged lower (under the duvet, over the bottom of the duvet cover) and found the pillowcase in a tight, damp knot.
Remind me to zip the damn thing up next time I wash it.
Now I've got Mike from the Young Ones in my head: "Some people make love on beanbags. Sweetheart, I make love INSIDE beanbags."
I think all along, deep down, I knew this story would end with me climbing inside the duvet cover. I searched between the top of the duvet cover and the duvet itself, then plunged lower (under the duvet, over the bottom of the duvet cover) and found the pillowcase in a tight, damp knot.
Remind me to zip the damn thing up next time I wash it.
Now I've got Mike from the Young Ones in my head: "Some people make love on beanbags. Sweetheart, I make love INSIDE beanbags."