C51 Karen's Memorial Of The Full Moon Party

"Whirrr!”, the washing machine's turbo-charged hum reverberated through the laundry room, as it spun the clothes in a turbine.

In front of the white-framed machinery, a weary-looking Karen leaned against the machine's cold lid, her hands grasping for support as her eyes fluttered closed, resulting from the weight of a long day's labor.

The momentary lapse into unconsciousness was short-lived