Wendy stood, staring at the door. Was she dreaming, she wondered. She could never tell so she looked around for some tell tale signs. She had her nightdress on. That was a good sign. Many times she found herself at a party or giving a speech at the town hall without a stitch of clothing.
She looked around the room, her bedroom. She wasn't asleep in her bed. That was another good sign but the door, what was behind that door. Don't be ridiculous, she said to herself, its her bedroom door and it opened out to the corridor then she remembered why she was standing there. She needed to go to the toilet, badly.
Slowly she opened the door and peered out to make sure there was no monsters or creepy people waiting there. She sighed with relief. The only body out here was Ginger, her cat, patiently waiting to gain entry and with a complete air of indifference strolled in and jumped onto her bed. Another good sign.
She forced herself to go slowly, in spite of the growing pressure on her bladder. You can never tell if a hole would suddenly open up on the carpet and she is whisked off to an exotic land.
Eventually, and with great care, she stood at the top of the stairs. She gulped. The stairs were the most dangerous places. They would suddenly, and without warning, change into a massive slippery dip and she would slide off into terrifying places, like the middle of an Amazon jungle or plunge feet first into an ocean.
Gripping the railing with both hands and praying she would not wet herself she climbed down the stairs, one by one, till she was standing on the lower floor. The floor here was marble, cold marble and she remembered one night when she stepped onto the cold marble she was transported to a glazier in New Zealand.
The lower floor was a large scary place in the dark. Her parents were antique collectors and had many statues of warriors and other scary objects. They would often leap at her and threaten her with their clubs or spears but she was made of sterner stuff and would grab one of her fathers swords and fight back.
Holding the sword out in front of her she made her way across the room till a dark shape lunged at her out of the shadows. She took a swipe at it but missed.
"Whoa, whoa honey careful there" said her dad.
She stood with the sword pointed at her father. She had been fooled like this before. Her 'dad' had hauled her off to be chained up in a dark dungeon.
Her father stood there and said, "You think your dreaming again, don't you. Why dont I put the lights on to prove your not." The wall lights came on and Wendy looked at her father feeling rather foolish.
"Anyway, what are you doing up this early in the morning."
Suddenly Wendy remembered why and yelled,"I'm bursting for a pee." and ran off, throwing caution to the wind, to the toilet.
With a massive sigh she sat down to the safety of the toilet seat certain that she was not dreaming. Feeling much better she dried herself and flushed the toilet but the water wouldn't stop coming out. It filled the bowl spilling out onto the floor and completely filled the toilet leaving Wendy struggling to stay afloat. The pressure of the water broke the door down and Wendy was swept out into the lounge area which was filling at an enormous speed. Statues, vases, masks and paintings were floating around Wendy as she clung on to a wooden statue.
The water smashed the front window and whole lot was swept out and a huge flood engulfed the front yard, then the street. The water roared down the street straight towards the canal and then out into the ocean. Poor Wendy clung to the wooden statue and said one word, "Bugger!"
She woke up in bed, that morning, dry and safe but she was picking sea weed out of her hair all that day.
The end .