Whatever Life

After you cross the icey cold floor you stop in front of the dryer. The dryer door is open and inside are un-dryed clothes. You could go for a nap so you climb into the dryer and doze off.

An hour or so later the door slams shut and you hear clicking noises. Then wizzing and you start tumbling along with the clothes. You make a couple revolutions and then pass out from conking your head. You never awaken from your slumber.