Do what you're not supposed to do.

Laundry’s dry. Haul it from the drying rack into the bedroom. A hanger drops. Perhaps this is how hangers disappear. Like socks. They just seem to disappear without cause or reason. Devillish creatures. One hug-load of clean laundry plopped onto the bed. Sigh. It was a big hug-load this time. If it weren’t so big, a drape-load would’ve sufficed.

Grumble grumble. Uggh, now I’m hungry. [Looks at laundry gorgeously dumped onto the bed]. Trudge towards the kitchen in search of noms. Nom nom nom. Back into the bedroom. Has the laundry grown bigger? Hmm, now I’m sleepy. [Pushes laundry to one side of the bed]. Zzzz….