I'm standing alone,
in the searing hot basement of my college's dorm.
My hand is sticky from the outside of one of my Tide Pods.
They're not Tide brand.
No one else is down here,
and for a second,
I realize I'm doing this all on my own.
The washing machine is whirring and I didn't have anyone tell me how to turn it on.
My hands feel more sweaty than sticky now.
When did I become OK with being alone?