A Little Boonie Told Me: Chapter 7

Dear Little Boonie,

Laundry day always dragging along is a dread.

Not only do you have to gather clothes spread out across the room, you have to carry the heavy basket all the way to the laundry room.

It shouldn’t be that heavy, but I always wait too long.

The handle starts to hurt my hand because it’s broken, kinda like my soul. I’m half-kidding, don’t worry.

My hand always starts to hurt because it gets poked by the bending plastic. Of the broken laundry basket handle, that is.

It’s a lot of work to hang up all the clothes individually. On the clothesline.

The dryer done did a dirty, and won’t work anymore, kinda like me, because I am broken. Oh well.

Until the clothes dry, and I can get the next rotation going, it’s another cycle of anxiety, knowing in only a few short hours, I have a commitment I made when I started my laundry.

The worst part is the end, after hanging up every batch of clothes to dry, I then have to hang my clothes in the closet, another step to the never-ending cycle of laundry.

Laundry is kinda like life in that way, always ending up slightly wrinkled, sometimes stiff.

Maybe I’m doing laundry wrong.

Sincerely,

Little Boonie

← — Chapter 6

The fictional diary of a gender neutral child with anxiety named Little Boonie, A Little Boonie Told Me.

Little Boonie is an incredibly hopeful and optimistic child, who has trouble focusing on the same topic for more than a few minutes. They are artistic minded, and in the process of experiencing the world around them.

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Using NFT's to build a canonically weaved world known as the FlavorVerse from the stories I create as a writer, director, and gamer.