“After a Night Shift, I Fell Asleep at the Laundromat with My Baby — Opening the Washer Left Me Speechless”

I leaned back, telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a second… and then I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, sunlight slanted sharply through the windows. Fear hit me. Willow was still safe in my arms, but something felt… strange.

The washers had stopped. The room was quiet. And on the folding table beside me… my laundry. Folded. Every piece.

I froze. Shirts stacked into neat squares. Onesies sorted by color. Towels arranged like from a store shelf.

Someone had done this while I slept.

Panic flared. What if someone took something? Touched Willow?

But everything was there. She was fine.

Then I noticed the washer I had used. The door was closed. And through the glass, I saw it… full. But not with dirty clothes.

Inside were diapers, baby wipes, two cans of formula, a stuffed elephant, and a soft fleece blanket. On top was a folded note.

“For you and your little girl. — J.”

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