and how a flood at 6 AM can awaken a sense of peace above all understanding.
I woke up this morning and my entire apartment had flooded. My washing machine started by itself at some point through the night and since the lid was open (because I’ve been in the process of doing laundry) all the watering come flowing out. But let’s be real, when are we not in the process of doing laundry as adults. It was a big mess!
Anyway, Lady Bell, my cat, was meowing louder and in my face earlier than usual so I knew something wasn’t right. I thought she’d gotten hurt or something, but when I heard the sound of water running I thought to myself, that’s odd. I wasn’t doing laundry (it was 6am) and there’s no way I’d hear my neighbors machine. The minute I put my feet on the ground, they went right through my rug at my bed. Naked and tired, I thought, “oh fuck!” And sure enough I made my way to the laundry area and there was watering bellowing from the washer. I thought to myself, how’d this happen and turned the washer off.
I didn’t crash out, I immediately started to pray. I grabbed my phone and opened my bible app for the message of the day. I thought to call a friend and then I said, what are they going to do, no one is coming to save you, and why ruin someone else’s morning with your drama. So, I didn’t…until…
