Domestic.

I'm home alone today. It's time for housework. And laundry. In fact, I have so much to wash that I've had to wear whatever I could find in the closet that could get dirty as I cleaned. I wound up with a polyester dress I once got from the $2 bin at a thrift store. It's paisley, polyester, and kind of slick-feeling. It has a little collar and short sleeves, and it doesn't reach my knees. I'm finding as I bend to wipe the baseboards that I can feel the air on my rump. It's so short!

The radio is blaring rock music. I move from room to room, sweeping under the beds, wiping the pictures, and finally mopping the wood floors. I'm working hard. One arm smells like Windex, my hands like Pledge. I haven't taken a break for about an hour and I've begun to sweat. This little dress is hot and beginning to cling. My hair is in a ponytail. My neck is a little damp, as is my forehead.

I'm glad I'm alone in the house, I think, as I bend over the bathtub, scrubbing. My dress is almost around my waist. What would it look like if someone walked in right now? Would he be appalled at my unkempt state? Or would something else happen? If the right person was here? Ooooh. Let me think about that for a while...