I couldn’t see very well; without my contacts in, my surroundings are a blur.
Walking from the bathroom in to my bedroom, I noticed something black and thin, maybe a couple inches long, on the floor. The floors are dark and with my crappy eyesight, I wasn’t sure what it was.
Bending down and beginning my reach for this unknown object, my brain kicked in:
“What if it’s a poo?”
Having a cat and a dog, this is a valid question.
“What are you doing? Stop!”
I couldn’t stop. Autopilot was on; I hadn’t been awake that long, nor had I had my coffee.
My arm and bare hand didn’t listen. Everything was moving in slow motion. I touched the thing and realized…
…it was a sock.
“Phew! That would have been so gross. So, maybe put your laundry away today?”