The pile shifted.
Not much. Just enough.
A sleeve slipped. A pair of jeans tilted. The whole mountain leaned forward like it was thinking about something.
Daniel stepped back.
“Did you see that?” he asked nervously.
Mia blinked innocently. “See what?”
The laundry mound trembled again — then a single T-shirt floated down and landed perfectly folded on the coffee table.
Both of them stared.
Another shirt folded itself mid-air.
Daniel looked at Mia.
Mia smiled slowly.
“See?” she said, taking another sip. “You just had to face it.”
The mountain began folding itself faster.
Daniel exhaled.
Maybe it wasn’t going to be such a long Saturday after all.
