A Very Sexy Problem

So I did laundry yesterday & my load of towels wasn't dry after a full cycle in the dryer. Muttering about the injustice and my need for dry, fluffy towels, I popped the suckers back in the dryer with a second sheet of bounce & went along my way.

But of course, the day busied itself into a tizzy & I failed to replace the towels to their home position on my towel rack.

Before I know it, morning comes. The birds chirp outside my window & my little alarm clock insists that it's time for a shower. I surround myself with bubbles and steam while rehearsing my new Celine Dion medley in time to get it ready for it's upcoming debut at a stoplight near you. And, as I put the finishing touches on 'My Heart Will Go On', I step out of the shower & reach out for a towel to dry myself off. But oh, hey... there aren't any towels in sight.

Perplexed, I think to myself "Well... this is a problem. A very naked problem. Should I run through my apartment in the nude? Who is even here? Did I hear any unfamiliar voices this morning? Would my roommates even be surprised to see nudity this early in the morning? Probably they'd think 'Oh, Lauren's naked again. Just another Wednesday...' ".

Anyway, I eventually convince myself that I have no choice. I have to streak the kitchen en route to the laundry room to fetch a towel. So I race to the laundry room, & though the surroundings are clear and not a person was witness to my fleeing naked body, I still feel a little thrill.

Conclusion: I think nudity is fantastic. Don't fear it.