She shut the washing machine door with a gentle click, then extended her slender arm to the shelf where the detergent awaited. For two days now she’d hungered to tackle the clothes heap in the closet, her days filled with a longing to cast them into the laundry.
The linen-scented blue liquid only just filled the base of the screw-cap, but this would be enough. Wasn’t this after all a high-efficiency front-loader? But she didn’t need an instruction manual to tell her what her heart knew, unlike years past when in her youth she would splash out a whole cup of detergent.
Its glistening glory dripped into the detergent compartment, and she shut it with a gentle push of her fingertips.
And with determination, she turned the dial to “Normal Load.” At that point there was no return. With a soul filled with anticipation, she pushed the button marked “Start.”