We have a mystery of epic proportions. When we arrived at our apartment, or leasing lady had our beds made for us. A bottom fitted sheet and a top sheet on each bed with a bedspread and pillowcases on all 4 pillows. Simple addition. Two top sheets and two bottom sheets. We also had an extra set each. Top, bottom fitted and two pillowcases each. That is 4 more sheets.
After a week, we each stripped the bed and washed our 4 sheets and four pillowcases. After the sheets dried, Andy folded hers and put in her closet in her room. She set mine on the end of my bed with my washed towel. Since I have the tiny closet and shelf unit, I left sheets and towel on the end of my bed. This last Friday, we stripped the beds to wash and making up the bed in my room…my top sheet is missing. We have searched high and low looking for my missing top sheet. Does our washing machine eat sheets instead of socks as some washers are known to do? I even stripped my bed down to the mattress thinking maybe I made up the top sheet under the fitted sheet. You know how you can make up a bed with a small dog or cat under the sheet? They stay missing even as you call them because they are toasty warm and cozy made up in the bed. Calling a sheet is a futile effort, so I didn’t. I have looked under the bed, in all 4 drawers and on both shelves in my room. Andy has a whole wall of closets, but we have both looked in every inch of them. If we had a huge apartment, it might be hiding somewhere in another room, but we are talking small and sparse here. So, we have a mystery for sure. It just isn’t here. I thought maybe I didn’t have a top sheet to start, but I know I did because it was cold pulled over me. I added an extra cotton blanket over the top sheet and a bedspread on top of that and then my duvet. I’ve been freezing. So I know that top sheet started out with me. If you find an extra sheet in YOUR wash, let me know. It’s another mystery of life, like coat hangers multiplying as we sleep.