This first appeared on my blog on October 18, 2018. I still have dreams like this sometimes.
Time to take a shower. I opened the microwave door so I
could climb in.
What? I couldn’t get in.
Head first. Nope. Feet first. I couldn’t fit.
What’s going on? This is how I always take a shower. I
always fit comfortably inside the microwave with the door closed.
Frustrated, I gave up and went to the bathroom. Inside the
tub; close the curtain. This was so uncomfortable for me.
I needed to find all my stuff and keep it organized.
Shampoo. Razor. Where was my body wash? Other unhelpful bottles kept falling
off the shelves around the tub.
I could never get the water pressure right. Why wouldn’t the
stream point the direction I wanted?
Family members kept coming into the bathroom—hurrying me up;
saying I better leave their bath supplies alone. Can’t I have a little peace
and privacy?
Worst of all? I finally got to washing myself, and I’d find
a piece of clothing I’d forgotten to take off. Pull it off. Throw it over the
shower curtain. Wash off . . . There’s another garment I have to remove.
No wonder I wake up so many mornings feeling like I’ve got no rest.