“After a Night Shift, I Fell Asleep at the Laundromat with My Baby — Opening the Washer Left Me Speechless”

Mom was still sleeping, recovering from staying up most of the night with Willow while I worked. I didn’t want to wake her. She needed rest as much as I did.

I bundled Willow in her jacket, stuffed the dirty clothes into a bag, and headed out.

The laundromat was quiet, filled with the hum of machines and the scent of soap. One woman, maybe in her 50s, was pulling clothes from a dryer. She looked up and smiled warmly.

“What a beautiful girl,” she said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

Once she left, it was just me and Willow. I loaded everything into one washer—her onesies, my work shirts, towels, even her favorite elephant blanket—fed in the quarters, hit start, and sank into a hard chair.

Willow fussed a little. I rocked her, swaying until she closed her eyes again. I had nothing clean to cover her, so I grabbed a thin blanket from the dirty pile and wrapped her up. Warm and soft, she rested against me. My head felt heavy.

I leaned back, telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a second… and then I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, sunlight slanted sharply through the windows. Fear hit me. Willow was still safe in my arms, but something felt… strange.Continue reading…