I had to use the restroom. . .
. . .and I had to use it BAD
I headed toward my bathroom as if I were on a mission, the distance from the bed to the bathroom seemed the length of a football field but I hurried on. . .as I moved closer & closer to the bathroom, my legs felt heavier with every step I took, but I had to keep on keepin' on
There wasn't much time.
I had to go, I had to go. . .
I had to pee.
FINALLY, I reach my destination. I sit down to a cool toilet seat. . .I didn't have to hold it 'in' any longer. I could just let it go and find relief, right? Awwwwww mannnnnnnnn, relief will be so delicious right about now. . .and I'm ready, I'm sooooOOOOOOooOOOOooo ready. . .but!
What's wrong with this picture?
What happened to the camisole I had on before I went to bed last night . . . and why couldn't I see my feet?
something about the bathroom just wasn't quite right.
And. . .
thankfully, those thoughts were enough for me to catch myself. . .
cuz guess what?
It was all a dream.