Laundry Mat Near Me. Novels & Stories

About the shirt I was currently wearing that still smelled exactly like him no matter how many times I tried to pretend it didn’t. I shook my head like that would somehow clear the thoughts away, and made my way to the laundry room. It was this tiny, oddly warm space tucked near the back of the house, probably forgotten by most of the staff. I kicked the door open gently with my foot and stepped inside. The air smelled like detergent and clean linen, thank God. It was a safe zone. No suspicious smells. Just peace and the quiet hum of the dryer still spinning from someone else’s load. I set the basket down and started loading the “safe” clothes into the washer, cranking the dial and adding de

Damien said quietly, not wanting to wake Anysia. Ignoring my racing heart and Damien's obvious presence in the room, I pointed to the laundry basket stationed nearby, which was overflowing with clothes. "I've got work," I whispered, sorting the load carefully, picking up each item one by one, and folding them neatly. I stepped into the well-lit laundry room which had two washers and dryers, all gleaming silver in the light, hoping I wouldn't ruin Anysia's expensive and delicate clothes. Carefully, I separated the whites, the colors, and the delicates, making sure to incorporate a special kind of detergent that was meant for such luxurious fabrics.

She had no idea where the washing machine was in Fred’s house. “Helen!” Laura called out, quickening her pace to catch up. Helen turned to face her, pausing as she waited for Laura to approach. “I need help finding the washing machine,” Laura said quietly. Helen nodded, “Oh, okay, get the clothes, and come with me.” Laura turned and hurried back to her room, grabbing the laundry bag before quickly rejoining Helen. They walked together down the hallway, entering a simple, tidy room. The space was minimal, with just a few essentials like soaps and buckets neatly arranged.

She hung the towel on the rack near the sink so that it would dry. “Don’t hang that there, it’s dirty from the floor,” Karen said. “Put it in the laundry room with the other dirty towels.” “Okay,” Lauren said. She started for the laundry room, which was just off the kitchen. “What happened to your shorts?” Karen said. “They’re covered in mud.” “I know,” Lauren said, rolling her eyes when she was sure Karen couldn’t see her. “My bike got muddy, too, which is why I was cleaning it.”

Everyone else just made me feel smaller. I continued my shift and went to the gym next. For some reason, there were dirty towels scattered everywhere today, like the guys had been having some kind of tournament or extra practice. I gathered them all into a big pile, my arms aching from the weight. Once I had everything, I carried the heavy load to the laundry room. The laundry room was small and tucked away at the end of the hallway. I dropped the towels into the machine, added detergent, and was just about to turn it on when a sound behind me made me jump.

I smiled about the fact that everyone respected that. After breakfast I followed Chastity, and Naomi to the laundry room. I honestly had never been in here before. It looked like a huge laundromat to me. I stood quietly to the side as Chastity moved laundry baskets in front of machines, and explaining to Naomi what she used to do. I had never realized how organized Chastity really was.

I see another room across the hallway. A laundry room filled with machines that are still working and some clothes are hanging on the clotheslines. My eyes flicker as a thought comes to my mind.

WRENLEY Laundry day in a house full of boys is its own kind of warfare, and I've lost before I've started, because all four machines' worth of someone else's gym clothes are already piled on top of the dryer when I get down there. I'm standing in the basement laundry room glaring at a mountain of hockey jerseys that smell like a locker room died in them when Aurel comes down the stairs behind me with his own basket. "You're in my spot," he says.

Doesn't look like it will stop soon. I rushed to take a bath since it's not good for my body to feel cold too much. There are also thunder and lightning due to the heavy rain. I should sleep soon after drying my hair. I walked back to my room and immediately closed my door. I placed my dirty clothes on the laundry basket, maybe I should get some laundry done today. I picked up the laundry basket and made my way to the laundry room, which is near the bathroom on the first floor. I placed my dirty clothes in the washing machine and went back to my room to get my phone to avoid me falling asleep while waiting for my clothes.

So fucking cute. As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I was assaulted by the smell of fabric detergent wafting through the house. Huh-? I follow the amplifying smell down the hall, through the kitchen and into the laundry room in the back. Sure enough, the washing machine lights were flashing, signalling the end of it's cycle. Why the fuck-? I opened the lid and pull out some of the wet clothes. Shit! What if Cammy got sick last night? What if she'd thrown up and than come to do a load of washing?