Outside the bedroom, facing the hallway was the bathroom.
There stood my nemesis. I know why I was scared of the toilet, because anything
could happen there! What if a crocodile took a bite of my bottom? What if I
flushed the toilet and was sucked down a never ending tunnel full of sewer rats
or who knows what! I could wander for years, until eventually I arrive at
the coast, still in my underwear and completely lost (and smelly!).
When I visit the toilet, I normally plan it well to make it
safe. I try to go when the sun is still shining (very difficult in winter),
keeping the door slightly ajar so that in an emergency I can run out without
the bother of locks and door handles. When
I flush, I scamper away as fast as I can and hide under my duvet.
That night, it was different.
When it was bedtime, I waited upstairs to use the bathroom.
It was dark outside as it was December and I waited in the hallway. My sister
Lucy took ages and Elizabeth teased me as I waited by turning the hall light on
and off. Finally it was my turn to go to the toilet and I kept the door open as
always. I sneaked across the bathroom floor and just as I was about to sit on
the toilet, the lights turned out. I screamed out loud, “Liiiizzzzzzz!!” as I
was scared and panicking. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I rushed back to
my bedroom and dived under my covers whilst still sobbing, “I hate you!”
Eventually I started to fall asleep and dreamed of giant
chewy gummy bears. I awoke needing the toilet
because I missed going before I went to sleep. I got up, shivering as it was freezing, so I
put on my fluffy slippers and dressing gown. My heart was beating as I reached
for the bathroom door handle. I turned
on the light, the glow filling the darkness so I could see into every corner. I
looked at the toilet seat, my imagination making it snarl at me. With my heart beating faster, I perched on the
seat and just as I was about to go the toilet, I wiggled back too far and
slipped. My bottom fell straight into the hole with my legs still hanging on the
outside. I was well and truly stuck. Maybe it can be said that I was panicking too
much as I tried to lift myself back out. I had visions of me still being stuck
by the next morning, with my bum being totally numb.
I wanted to yell for help, but I didn’t want my father to
come in and see me, so I just had to push harder. I pushed and pushed until finally
there was a popping sound and I flew off the seat. I scrambled as fast as I could,
back to my safe, warm, snug duvet.