Unholy.

Last night, it was late.

I had one of those days where I thought it would never end.

I had just prepared myself to enjoy a nice slumber in my squishy bed.

I was tried and lethargic as I walked into my room.
Then I paused as I looked up.
I saw something so unholy.
Something that was tantalizing.
There sat four loads of laundry, waiting to be folded, hung up and put away.
How dare this heap think it has the right to lie in MY bed, of all places.
I now had one of three choices.
1. To put all of my laundry away nice and neatly.
2. Throw it all in my closet and get to it later.
or
3. Throw it all on the floor and put it away in the morning.
I refused to give this monster the attention it thought it deserved.
So there it went, on the cold, hard, green-carpeted ground.  
I was not going to allow this pile to take over my warm and comfy bed, oh no.
The ground enjoyed its company all night long.

And if it weren't for clean checks it would have still been in a heap, on my floor.
You lucky, lucky laundry.

Dream Closet. My room is almost this clean now.