Moving Laundry

For the most part, Rose spent her morning as she normally did. Eating cereal, looking through her phone, and watching a little TV. Rose tried to pretend the morning was like any other, but the constant feel of her bare legs against the seat in the kitchen, sheets on her bed, and leather of the couch kept her reminded of what she was wearing (or wasn’t wearing for that matter). Little nagging thoughts about “What if someone comes home?” Kept her distracted, and on edge.

A loud beeping from downstairs shocked Rose out of her daze. She recognized it as the laundry beeping, and made her way downstairs quickly.

Rose paced her way downstairs, and towards the laundry closet. Within a few seconds, she already had the dryer started. “Alright. Next load.” She said to herself methodically. It was only once she had put half the clothes inside that she realized once she started the next load, she would not have a single pair of pants to wear! The machines were bought used from a laundromat, so once they started it was impossible to open them until they finished. A quick look to her watch confirmed that she would be cutting it close, but should still beat the time anyone would get home by at least fifteen minutes.

Rose nervously shut the washing machine, and poured another cup of detergent inside. Before she could have a chance to hesitate, she pressed the start button. She tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach that told her to put some pants on, knowing she had no way of getting some in the first place.

Rose decided to distract herself with a little TV, and began watching a nature show in her upstairs bedroom above the garage. She became so enveloped, that she began to fall asleep to the muffled sounds of wildlife.

Rose awoke with a start to the sound of the garage door opening, and her mother loudly asking for her attention. “Rose? Come help with the groceries” she called loudly from downstairs. Rose sat up in bed and stretched. Her mind came back to her suddenly, and she remembered she wasn’t wearing any pants, and that all of her pants were downstairs.

Rose quickly began scanning the room for something to cover herself with. “A towel? No towels... Maybe... no. Wait. The bedsheets!” She thought with a smile, beaming at her genius. “But wait. That would give away I’m not wearing pants in the first place.” She thought with a frown. She heard her mom call her again from downstairs, louder this time. “Rose I could really use your help with the groceries right now!”

Rose looked around the room frantically, trying to find a way out of the situation.