I woke up in the middle of the night covered in a cold sweat. Bubble Wrap had been chasing me down a dark alley. He and his evil companion, Packing Tape had been trying to corner me inside a refrigerator-sized box full of kitchen utensils. “No, No, No!” I screamed – and gasping I sat up awake.
I currently live in a rat-like maze full of boxes. Box #1: Bathroom – medicine, first aid, make-up, and beauty products. Box #2: Bedroom – shoes, jewelry, sewing machine, and jar of lost buttons. It goes on and on like this way into the 60’s. Box #62: Kitchen – FRAGILE! Vases, votives, and clear glass dessert plates.
Kiki, Sam, and I wind our way like clumsy tight-walkers in and out of the sinuous path of boxes. When I awoke in the middle of the night, gasping from my nightmare, I decided to get up and get a glass of water. For a brief moment I forgot what my house looked like and then I was jumping over Box #27: Hallway Bookshelf – Books (heavy) like Jason Bourne in a nightgown. It was action time! I slipped past the leaning tower of Pisa (Boxes #16-19: Bedroom – Underwear and Socks, T-shirts, Shorts, Yoga Stuff, Pajamas)… Skirted the jaws of hell (my armoire – it’s got very sharp edges)… Rounded the corner into then kitchen (Box #41: Living Room – Lampshades! On Top Only!)… Stubbed my toe on Box #34: Appliances – Toaster Oven and Microwave… Only to find Box #8: Kitchen – FRAGILE! GLASSES! Who packed all of the glasses?
The movers arrive on Wednesday morning, which gives us two more days of circus living. Kiki knows to stay close – at any minute this whole maze could come tumbling down around her. Until then, I’ve got to figure out what to do with Box #59: Linen Closet – Towels, Sheets, Blankets, and Duvet Comforters… it’s in my way to the toilet.