Day 59: Oops I Forgot Again.

Well, if you must know. It all happened when I ventured into the land of cotton. Up, up over the mangled linen mountains and across the polyester plains. I found something special. I followed it like a light, shining through a sheet. It sparkled! I had to climb and dig my way through it all, but something was different. The land of cotton no longer had that same oldness it would, should normally effervesce from between the dangerously tight threads. She had devoured the usual over powered stench associated with pre-rotting linen. And then I found her. I had reached the top of the mound and up above the world so high, like a demon in the sky... She was buffet-eting the scent like there was no tomorrow’s yesterday. Hogging down the elderly aroma, shovelling it deep onto her face like nothing ever seen by you, only me because I saw it! She was dangling from a free coat hanger; it seems she became entangled in it somehow... But who cares?? She's keeping my sheets smelling nice and how many of you proselytes can do that, hmmm?

How Do The Sunflowers' Know?