Bathroom Bliss
Patience: A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue. ~ Ambrose Bierce --------------------------------- There she stands. Hip popped, foot tapping. As if I'd kept her waiting all her massive lifetime of three years. Angry that I locked the door and kept her out. Furious that I took a moment to put myself first. Leaving me with a realization that, her future at four remains yet to be seen. What caused this sudden onset of dismay? What could cause this otherwise sweet girl to bang on a door like a tyrant? What could have pushed her to the brink of nearly tearing off a door knob? The bathroom my friends, the bathroom. You see, it's been a good nine years since I have had a moment of privacy in the bathroom. Now, I'm not talking about actual bathroom time. Well, at least not all the time. It would be nice to get ready in the morning, brush my teeth, even remove my contact...