Flashback

There I was sitting on the toilet listening to the dryer run. Suddenly,

I was in the pinkish laundry room, standing in front of the dryer looking forward to hopping in and spinning. Then it was uncomfortable. Then my mom was yelling at me for getting into the dryer.

I’m don’t think that I’ve ever “remembered” that, but it was clear as day for just a moment. The faded details were likely an amalgamation/hallucination of what was there, but I’m sure the event took place. It was the same year I cut the Christmas tree light cord with mom’s sewing shears. I totally would have hopped into a dryer.