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!