Someone's in the shower.

One of those days. No class in the morning, work at a leisurely 11 O'Clock, alarm set to ring with a whole half hour to get ready. Alarm went off. Lay in bed for a moment, ensconced in its warmth, gloried in the pleasure that only a class free day can bring. Nonchalantly, stepped out of bed (what's with all the adjectives you say? Shut your pie hole, I respond). Demurely, got ready to take a shower. Resiliently, walked to the door. Opened it. Walked through and across the hall. Put my hand on the doorknob...

locked.

Went back to my room. Paced. Paced. Tried the doorknob. Still locked. Looked at watch. 15 minutes. Paced some more. Made bed. Paced. 10 minutes. Logged onto blog. Wrote three lines. Paced. Then the sound, finally, of silence, where there was sound. Shower off. Door opened. Sound of slippers on floor. Door open, and then close. Rushed in.

Was 7 minutes late for work.