Another reason the patient Soul enjoys folding clothes:

It reminds her/him of making sandcastles with Mom as a child...

The part where you load up a bucket of sand, get it a little wet...just enoughta  have the solution damp throughout;

Let it dry in the hot sand a little;
Then, flip that puppy over, slam it down, and the sand mold is revealed.

Well guess what, my local poetry-bitten hopeless souls:

That same sensation from that experience done with Mom as a child on the beach is felt (on a near-unnoticeable level of feeling) alone by oneself when folding laundry at late hours of the night right before a day trip to the beach with that Mother...

The part where you load up the clothes in a basket;

      Run em through the water;
            (Washing Machine)
               Get the clothes
                       Wet...

     Run em through the heat;
          (Dryer Cycle, twice!)
               Get the clothes
                       Dry...

Not fully, just enough to work, my friends, for the task at hand;

Get those clothes back in that basket on the couch:

Flip that puppy over, slam it down, and the clothing castle is revealed.

You see it, take a picture of it, and laugh the picture over to yourself.

But shortly after:
You pause,
Reflect,
Think,
Of,
Your,
Mother.

And, feel greatful for the childhood that you got, all Southern slurs and northern depression aside;

Feel happy to have grown up so close to your Mother, who has always been there for you as a best friend;

Feel grateful for the opportunities that have been given to you and regret all the sacrifices your parents (Mom and Dad both) had to make to give them to you;

Feel so appreciative for the wonderful family you've been blessed with:

Your amazingly strong little siblings who can survive any stress and strife of the day with Nick cartoons and Disney tunes;

Your amazingly strong older siblings who held your hand through it all--those dark times of trouble and those few rays of sunshine that broke through to your head--and stay close with you still;

Always remember who brought this soul into this world and who can take it right back out (she would always jokingly threaten as a child so I would do my chores or finish my homework haha):

Mom mom mom mom mama mama mama mama mommy mommy mommy mommy mum mum mum mum lois lois lois lois ma ma mum

What?!?!?!

..............Hi! Haha

Thinking of you,
Mom.

I love you too.

And that's why folding clothes reminds the patient folder of times at the Beach with her/his Mother:

Folding Castles, as it were.