Laundry and T shirts

Just a little creative juices flowing...

"She'd been in the apartments two weeks and had yet to meet any of the other tenants, let alone actually see any of them. Two weeks, well that constituted a weekend devoted to laundry which she hated. It wasn't that doing laundry was so bad, in fact, folding could sometimes be soothing, especially when the fabric softener emanated the smell of lavender. And she loved folding his t shirts. The ones he left at her place. Some mornings she'd be going through her drawers trying to figure out what her body felt like wearing that day, and in between her clothes she'd find one of his random t shirts, or maybe a pair of boxer shorts. Those she saved for sleeping in. But pulling on one of his t shirts over her green silk bras and feeling the soft, worn cotton on her skin; even with the lavender fabric softener she could still smell his man scent. That mix of soap, cologne, and little bit of sweat. Those shirts made every day better.
The worst part of laundry was dragging everything down the hall to the boxed room and pushing quarters into the machine. Those quarters could be buying her a triple shot latte on mornings when all she wanted to do was stay cozy in bed and watch the sun come in through the slits in the shades. The sun added that extra warmth the comforter just didn't fill. Especially when the spot beside her was empty.
T shirts, no matter how many times she wore them, weren't going to bring him back. "