Carpet

When I was a child, my parents left me alone at home and forgot to leave me a potty.

In panic, I searched for a way not to wet myself. I was incredibly scared – I didn’t want to disappoint my parents by peeing my pants, and the idea of simply peeing on the floor was beyond my understanding. I didn’t know what to do.

Fate did not intervene, and I ended up peeing right onto the carpet in the middle of the living room.

I cried as if I were trying to wash the urine away with my tears.

When the tears were gone, I didn’t care anymore and went to wipe myself on the curtains. My pants stuck unpleasantly to my legs – and I felt calmer than I had ever felt in my life.

It was as if the storm had ended, and now I was calmly floating on the surface, warming in the sun.

Because I had already experienced my flop, and nothing terrible had happened.