Last Night

Last night I dreamed that I had clean towels.

Perhaps there was more to the dream. But what I remember is falling off my bed, onto the floor, and realizing that under my bed was where I had kept two clean and folded towels.

I was thrilled to have them, and to forgo doing "towel laundry" (a complete waste of quarters) for a bit longer.

When I woke up, I was disappointed to learn this was not the case. It was a disappointment on par with the time I woke up to realize I was not, in fact, dating a Shakespeare in Love-era Gwyneth Paltrow.