Sleepwalking -- Chapter Three

The bathroom was a different story though, being a long skinny room with the toilet down at the far end. As she made her way to the other end of the empty room, she avoided stepping on any of the small toys strewn about the floor. What toys were doing on the bathroom floor would be addressed with her children in the morning. When she got to the other end of the narrow room, she saw the toilet seat had been fitted into a bed. Well, that might be convenient once you're in bed and have to go, but I just got out of bed and don't want to crawl over another one just to pee. As she turned around to see if there were any other more useful toilets in the room, she saw that the room was painted a pleasant shade of bright blue and had space to comfortably fit three beds, just right for her three boys and all their things. With a dresser next to each of the beds and ample shelf space around each, it appeared enough room for three young boys to store everything they own and more.

As the empty bathroom became a furnished bedroom, the woman became critical of her own housekeeping skills and that of her children who obviously hadn't been as truthful as they should have been with their mother. They had assured her that their rooms were as neat as could be and her assistance in getting them to being clean enough for her satisfaction was unnecessary. So why was the room so messy and the shelves empty? She couldn't tell without opening the drawers, but she somehow knew the dressers were empty too. She would have to clean in here and give it a good vacuum, definitely needed to change the sheets and get rid of the toilet, but before she did any of that, she needed to get back in her chair and head to the bathroom. One more turn of her head as she opened the door, seeing an immaculate room painted bright blue with white trim, furniture and shelving. The shelves had figures, pictures, books and awards on them. The dressers were still closed, but she knew they were filled with clean, folded clothes that she had put there, so she could exit the room.

She really had to go now and suddenly found herself struggling to get out of bed again. It had been another dream and she found herself grateful for the imagined inability to access the toilet in her dream or she may have used the imaginary one and made a very unimagined mess in her own bed. She remembered her older sister once telling her she woke up in a wet bed after having dreamt of using the bathroom and was appreciative of her not having suffered the same fate.

As she attempted to get up for the third time without luck, she tried not to concentrate on how badly she had to go to the bathroom. Working to adjust the positioning of her legs, she would attempt it a fourth time before calling for help. She placed her hands on the handles of the device she had made just for the purpose of helping her to stand and proceeded to do so. By pushing her right foot slightly backward, just under the bed so when she did rise high enough to lean forward, moving her arms to the dresser for balance, she could straighten out completely to her full five foot, four inch stance and the trip to the bathroom would be a cakewalk

The hardwood floor in her bedroom lived up to its name as she hit it quite painfully and began struggling to unbend the toes of her right foot that she so specifically placed behind her now upside down under her, crushing them between her body and the floor in the opposite direction they usually faced. Her screams as she felt her toes crackle woke everyone in the big, old house and to her embarrassment, they all came running in to see what happened and help her back into her chair.

A young man in his late teens pushed his thick brown hair away from his handsome face as he closed the pen and clipped it to the stack of papers he had just checked, putting them in his father's IN basket on the big, old, expensive desk when he heard the woman scream.