On my way to the laundry room, I lay out the day’s agenda in my head. As I walk through the dark hallway, carrying the heavy basket of dirty clothes that are nearly falling out, I make a list of all the things I have to do. After I’ve put the whites in one machine and the colors in another, I head out and stop by the window right before the elevators. I look out the window whenever it’s sunny. It was sunny today. The remainder of yesterday’s snow is slowly melting, along with my bad feelings. I wait a while, taking in the warm sun, allowing it to pass through me. There are so many things I want, I think to myself. I forget about the list of to-do’s temporarily. I can do them tomorrow, I reassure myself.
I carry the empty basket back to my apartment. I’m alone again. There’s so much I have to do.