muted

fives

he polished off the bowl and reminded himself that his laundry waited down the block. he didn't want his shirts to wrinkle (he sucked at ironing and dreaded the thought), so out the door and down the steps he went. the combination sunshinecoldbreeze felt even better on his face this time. "relax. nothing to worry about. no one can tell. watchout, corner," he thought as he turned onto merrick.

he glided, head down, to the laundromat. the moment his driers became visible, he heard the bottom one beep its cycle finished. six seconds later, the top joined him. the laundro-lady working a few driers down turned and said "hey! perfect timing." he smiled, replying "yeah. not bad, huh?"

the most amazing high-five he had ever fived high followed.