I bolted upright from bed. "THE LAUNDRY!" I cried, swinging my feet to the floor and standing. 
I couldn't believe it.
I'd told myself multiple times to not forget I was in the middle of doing that and what had I done?
Forgotten it.
I darted to the drier, quietly praying that my clothes wouldn't be damp. It was so late now. So very late, I couldn't afford to dry them again.
I pulled open the door and reached in, feeling the first thing my hand touched.
I relaxed.
They were dry.

-Inspiration from doing Laundry