Vacuuming the floor
Vacuuming the floor
Susie Sunshine was underfoot again. She kicked the doll and it let out a creepy laugh as it skittered across the floor.
Karma’s a bitch, though, and as her foot returned to her body it swept the vacuum cord along with it. Unable to set her foot down properly, she lost her balance, falling neatly onto her derriere, whacking her tailbone against the coffee table on her way down.
The vacuum fell over on top of her. She swore under her breath. Then she noticed the coffee cup.
Precariously perched on the edge of the coffee table, it had been launched into an a series of wider and wider gyrations by her bump, and it finally lost its balance, tumbling all over her and all over the cream colored area rug beneath. To make matters worse, the coffee was sweetened and left sticky brown trails everywhere it spilled, including her hair and clothes. As if I have time for a shower, she thought.
The phone rang.
You have got to be kidding… she said out loud to the empty room. She’d left the phone in Sam’s room, on the dresser, about three feet from his sleeping head. He would sleep right through the monotonous hum of the vacuum, but the irritating bleat of the phone…
Sure enough, the second ring was punctuated by his wail: Mama! Maaaaama.
She pushed the vacuum off of her and stomped off towards the boy’s room, deliberately stepping on little Susie this time, setting off her eerily chippy voice again, “Wanna play?”
Susie Sunshine was underfoot again. She kicked the doll and it let out a creepy laugh as it skittered across the floor.
Karma’s a bitch, though, and as her foot returned to her body it swept the vacuum cord along with it. Unable to set her foot down properly, she lost her balance, falling neatly onto her derriere, whacking her tailbone against the coffee table on her way down.
The vacuum fell over on top of her. She swore under her breath. Then she noticed the coffee cup.
Precariously perched on the edge of the coffee table, it had been launched into an a series of wider and wider gyrations by her bump, and it finally lost its balance, tumbling all over her and all over the cream colored area rug beneath. To make matters worse, the coffee was sweetened and left sticky brown trails everywhere it spilled, including her hair and clothes. As if I have time for a shower, she thought.
The phone rang.
You have got to be kidding… she said out loud to the empty room. She’d left the phone in Sam’s room, on the dresser, about three feet from his sleeping head. He would sleep right through the monotonous hum of the vacuum, but the irritating bleat of the phone…
Sure enough, the second ring was punctuated by his wail: Mama! Maaaaama.
She pushed the vacuum off of her and stomped off towards the boy’s room, deliberately stepping on little Susie this time, setting off her eerily chippy voice again, “Wanna play?”
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