This morning I was putting on clean clothes from my duffel bag and emptying the contents of my pockets when I found the note. On New Years at a friend's family dinner they write wishes on notes and sit them under the dinner plates. The sweetest girl in the world wrote out her wish and after the dinner folded it up and slipped it to me. I found that wish again on the pink paper in the clothes she cleaned and folded for me. I lifted up the bag of clothes and hugged it imagining it was her. I tried to find her scent in the smell. I hoped for a loose strand of her hair to be caught and resting among the fabric. She lives far away, but something about seeing these clothes of mine washed and cleaned and folded so carefully and sweetly makes me want to jump in my car and drive to her, knock on her door, grab her, hug her, kiss her, and tear her clothes away from her... and after she has passed out I will roll to the side of her bed and look down to the floor and see our clothes together mingled there undressed and arranged by gravity.