Nightmare

Yesterday, I spent most of the day doing laundry.  I did about eight loads.  (Yes, eight loads of laundry is my punishment for not doing laundry for something like two weeks.  Possibly longer.)

Then, in the middle of the night, I woke with a start from a nightmare.

I had been dreaming that I had just finished all the laundry and that then I had discovered a pile of dirty clothes in the corner that I had missed.

It was terrifying.