Life In Pajamas
Wearing my p.j.’s again today.
Third day?
Fourth?
Nineteenth?
It is my painting outfit, so back off.
I take a whiff.
It’s not that bad yet.
I might put it into the laundry.
The laundry king knows it has to be washed by morning.
Guess I will keep him another forty-nine years.
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