That moment when you're alone, in the kitchen.
Home alone, with your music playing loud.
While dishing
(which is like doing the dishes, but not really, d-ish-ing)
*SPLASH*
Right down the front of your naked robe
(which is the robe you wear when dancing naked home alone. In case a housemate comes home. Of course.)
You look back, as if to really really make sure nobody was here to witness the moment you were safe enough to dish and splish water on yourself (because being naked in the kitchen clearly lacked the confidence of a imma-dance-naked-til-the-housemates-come-home kind of person.).
That moment; it just happened to you.
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