I decided to do the laundry first. Walking over to the laundry room, I found a mess like you wouldn't believe! Someone had broken in. The wood trim was banged
up, the linoleum was almost unrecognizably scuffed. The back door hung by one hinge. My laundry which was before piled in baskets was strewn about the room.
Calm, but still shocked, I began to pick up the laundry, sorting into light and dark once again. I was putting a load into the washer, when a glimpse of something
caught my eye. Compulsively, I looked back in that direction. A fold of cloth was hanging out from between the dryer and the wall. Apparently I had missed some
clothing, so I went over to retrieve it. It was the nightgown. Yes, the very nightgown I thought I had worn last night. What's more, it was torn, ripped to such an
extent that it would only be good for dishrags. The person who broke in must have done this. What kind of weirdo was I dealing with here?