Amy was putting her freshly washed sheets on a clothes line that she set up in her back yard. She wanted to have the scent of a beautiful spring day that she couldn’t get from a dryer sheet. And she hung up some towels as well. So that when she opened her linen closet, it would smell like outside. .
When she was done putting the sheets and towels on the line outside, she went inside and opened the windows to let the fresh air in. Letting the fresh air come through the kitchen to the living room. Then she went to her bedroom down the hall and pulled back the curtain and opened her bedroom window, letting as much fresh air in to make the inside of the house smell like the outside.
Just letting the sun and fresh air in, made her house cleaning not feel like a chore. She sang her way through doing up the days dishes and mopping the floor. While she dusted, she put on some music and dance while dusting and running the vacuum. Using the vacuum as a dance partner. Amy wasn’t much of a dance, but she could hold her own.
When she was done cleaning the living room, she danced her way to the bathroom. Amy wiped down the sink and counter, put some bowl cleaner in the toilet and let that sit. Then scrubbed the tub and rinsed it out and let it air dry. Brushed the toilet and then flushed it. Amy stood at the doorway of the bathroom and nodded and smiled. Clean and sparkly!
Amy went back downstairs and went out back to check to see if the sheets were dry enough to put on the bed. They still were a little damp, so she went inside to make a cup of tea and sit on the patio chair and enjoy this beautiful day. When she came back outside, she brought out her Ipod with her cup of tea and decided to put on some music. When the music started, she was dancing again. Not caring if her neighbors saw her, they didn’t really pay attention, she dances all the time. Her one neighbor Mrs. Stanley, just smiles and shakes her head and goes back to tending her garden.
She was really getting into her dancing, twirling and not paying attention to how far she was spinning around and round. Next thing she knows, she is spinning into one of the bedsheets. But she isn’t able to stop until she is tangled up in the sheet so bad, she looses her balance and falls. At first she tries to calmly get out from underneath the sheet. The more she moves around, the more tangled she gets. Amy stops for a minute to think of another way to get out of this. She doesn’t want to have to call over Mrs. Stanley again. She walks her hands down her legs to find the end of the sheet. Thinking that she can just lift it up that way. Amy tries to lift the sheet up, doesn’t work. It is wrapped around her two or three times. She didn’t realize how many times she spun around before stopping. Then Amy thinks if she spins around the opposite way, then it will unravel. Spinning around once, it feels like it’s coming loose. So she keeps spinning and it finally becomes loose. Amy looks to either side of her yard to check to see if the neighbors saw any of this. Thankfully they haven’t. Or at least she hoped not while she was under the sheet. Her Ipod was still playing, she had pulled the ear buds out as she was struggling under the sheet. She turned it off and stood up and hung the sheet back on the line.
Amy knew that her tea was cold, so she went inside to make a fresh cup of tea and take a moment before taking down the sheets and towels. This time, when she went inside, she put the Ipod on the kitchen table and didn’t take it out with her when she fixed her tea and went back outside. She was going to sit and enjoy her cup of tea.
Amy made a mental not to herself, no more dancing outside while drying things on the clothesline.