the hall

I turned my head towards the clock on the nightstand.  6:32.  What woke me up?  Ah, yes.  A baby is crying.

Is that my baby?  Do I even have kids?  Where am I? 

I rubbed my eyes, refusing to sit up; hoping that Jesse would fall back to sleep. It was quite dark for being the 6th hour.  Heavy clouds must have settled on us in the night.

Baby’s still crying. I sat up.

Right there in that dream/reality haziness between sleep and awake I sensed something amiss.  In my sleepy stupor, I rose slowely from the edge of the bed trying to convince my brain to work. 

What is it? What’s not right?

Step by step I made my way out of the dim light of my room into the dark hallway leading towards Jesse’s nursery.  He was still crying, though not loudly, but I didn’t want him to wake up Sam, who shares a room with him.  Still, I couldn’t make myself move faster.

By now my senses were really tingling.  And not in a good way.

Then.

Dread.

My foot had come into contact with something on the floor.  And suddenly I was fully awake and aware of what was going on around me, right there in my pitch black hallway, even before I flipped the light switch.  I knew. 

I knew.

Our 80 lb dog had placed a giant steamer right under where I put my foot. 

Oh the stink.  The disgust.  The can-i-pretend-this-didn’t-just-happen, do-over-please feeling.

This morning I stepped in dog poop.  Not outside. 

I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.

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