She worked a full shift at the retail job she loathed, put in a couple hours of mat time at Jiu-Jitsu practice, and had to get her laundry done if she were to repeat the cycle again tomorrow without smelling as if she lived in a dumpster. Though she considered her apartment a dump, it had a key and offered some semblance of safety while sleeping through the night.
Before making it home and collapsing on her pillow, she made a habit of transforming the dryer next to where her clothes tumbled into a place where she could rest comfortably until the buzzer announced it was time to, finally, call it a day.
Prompted from Three Line Tales at: https://only100words.xyz/2020/08/13/three-line-tales-237/.
