*I take a deep breath into my nose
to smell the freshness of clean sheets.
Aw yes, I love that smell,
that warm fresh scent,
that crisp air smell.
There's nothing else that can compare,
to the smell of fresh clean sheets
it's an aroma I will never forget.
I remember when I was a kid,
my mother took me to the laundromat
to clean my sheets.
I couldn't believe the smell,
how I loved that smell,
my mom couldn't get me to leave.
We watched TV while the cloths were turning
around and around,
but I stared at the machine
when my mom put in my bedsheets.
I knew when they were through
I would be in heaven smelling the clouds.
I love clean sheets.*
© By Amanda Shelton
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
*I take a deep breath into my nose
to smell the freshness of clean sheets.
Aw yes, I love that smell,
that warm fresh scent,
that crisp air smell.
There's nothing else that can compare,
to the smell of fresh clean sheets
it's an aroma I will never forget.
I remember when I was a kid,
my mother took me to the laundromat
to clean my sheets.
I couldn't believe the smell,
how I loved that smell,
my mom couldn't get me to leave.
We watched TV while the cloths were turning
around and around,
but I stared at the machine
when my mom put in my bedsheets.
I knew when they were through
I would be in heaven smelling the clouds.
I love clean sheets.*
© By Amanda Shelton
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