There’s water everywhere. The bathroom leaked on me and now I have a swimming pool in the middle of my home.

I stand around with a plunger, my feet pruning rapidly, trying to find the source of this madness. It’s like being in a movie, minus the heart-racing soundtrack and the killer who’ll appear behind me and show his face in the bathroom mirror.

The root of all trouble is a malfunctioning drain which in a strange manner doesn’t seem to be visibly clogged. I pour packets of white powder which is supposed to open up the pipes but all I have is milky water with a foul smell creeping up my leg.

After a solid hour of prancing around with bathroom equipment looking like a mess, the water starts to drain. I am not sure what does it, maybe a culmination of a hundred potential solutions.

The floors of the house feel slippery even after hours of wiping and drying.

I spend the rest of the day sitting with my feet on the window sill. It isn’t quite relevant, but it could be.