Dare to Dream

Lying in bed this morning I realized that I had left a bowl of fluid on the kitchen floor in front of the sink.  It was a bowl of the gooey, icky, sticky, slimy fluid of unknown origin. And to make things worse, I had kicked it over during the night, so now it was a horrific scum disaster encompassing the majority of the kitchen floor.

And the last of the rotating sisters rotated out weeks ago, leaving me once less option for cleaning the mess in the kitchen. I did contemplate calling, but thought that might come across as me being a bit bitchy.

So, I said horrible things to Max about his lineage as I stumbled out of bed and I grumbled at Tom as I passed his perching point of the edge of Tommytown. I staggered into the bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels to clean up the gross mess. As I enter the kitchen, I threw the towels down in total disbelief.

It was a dream, only a dream. If it had been a real life experience, I would still be on my hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor.