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!