detritus

Even household chores can put a smile on my face when I am clearing up after the night before. An armful of sheets for the laundry, discarded plates in odd corners, tell-tale scrapes of brightly coloured ripped foil amid the chocolate wrappers and a lost toy discovered behind a bed leg. Occasionally a bottle of blue lubricant disappears out of sight beneath the sofa, or a length of satin ribbon knots itself around a convenient door handle. I busy myself with obliterating the stains, covering up the crimes.