bad timing

So not too long ago my friend and roommate Amanda was talking to her friend that still lives out in Massachusetts. He was asking her about some good pranks. Afterwards she was all excited about all the ones she had forgotten.
I had only been back in Tucson a couple of days. For breaks I usually go hang out with my family in Phoenix. For some reason I was bombarded with bad dreams after not even the first week of school. It was some pretty upsetting dreams. I was holding a mirror in one of them and my reflection was all strange and distorted. Then somehow we ended up at some strange jewelry party at a store almost like some promotion thing. We were in long white dresses and pears, the owners were really creepy guys. Another dream I had was with my little brother Jonathan and I was trying to keep some guy from trying to kidnap him it was awful especially because he said he was going to come back for me after he got out of jail which for whatever reason wasn’t going to be that long.
I woke up with an awful feeling. I lay awake in bed for the longest time trying to shake the uneasy feeling I had. But of course it wouldn’t go away. I had to use the restroom anyways so I figured just getting up and walking around would help. I walk out my room to my bathroom but the door was closed which is always open, but I was still half asleep so I didn’t think much of it.
I grab the handle to open it and my fingers mush through something to get to the un-giving metal of the handle. I felt my eyebrows furrow. I take my hand back and peer through the blurry sleep still in my eyes at my palm. Just one word. “Why?” Vaseline; spectacular. I wish my roommate would have actually seen her work because thinking back on it even I know it was priceless. I went into the kitchen and couldn’t find the paper towels and almost thought she went through the trouble of hiding those too. But I remembered we were cleaning earlier that day and found them in the kitchen. I wiped my hand and the handle. And used the potty, to have something weigh down the sheets and make it unroll. I was seriously freaked out thinking it was a bug, but it turned out to be a harmless plastic frog. Haha, her trade mark.
I went back to bed, my dreams forgotten.
The next day I told her about it over my salt soaked coffee.