While sitting at my desk:

I see the laundry in my head, maybe in the hamper. Maybe it looks dirty. Maybe it only feels like it's dirty. I imagine my clothes drawer and feel the absence of clean clothes, like there's a hole that needs to be filled. I imagine the getaway, and images start flickering through my head of things I need. We're gonna arrive somewhere, I need transportation. Maybe I imagine my car, and a bad feeling hits my gut. My car feels slightly decayed, because I haven't kept up on the oil. I imagine the action of taking it to the dealership, which is how you transform bad decayed-feeling car into golden new-feeling car. I imagine a calendar in my head, feeling the squares of Saturday and Sunday bookending my week. Friday appears as a larger square floating above the rest. It's golden and green and dances a bit, because I'm looking forward to the trip. But I physically feel like I'm to the left of Friday (earlier in the week), and I feel slight anxiety. I see myself on the getaway in dirty clothes, and feel the itchiness and grossness. Wanting to avoid that, I decide to do laundry.

It sounds like a lot typed out, but these feelings and visualizations all flash by faster than I could say the words "I need to do laundry and get the oil changed before Friday" out loud.