The Naked Dance

The other morning I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my wet head, put on my robe and headed into the bedroom. It was colder than I expected that day so I decided I should wear my black sweater instead of the light weight top I had picked out. I was in a very good mood, I had just walked 3 miles and I was headed out to meet up with a friend. I was home alone except for Sadie and Max and I was JAMMING to some awesome music.

We have a typical Florida style open floor plan where one room flows into the next. From the bedroom I walk into the hall, then between the dining room and the living room and into the kitchen to get to the laundry area in the garage. This is a walk I make quite frequently when I need something to wear because our closet is so small; I use the laundry area as my overflow. As I said the music was jamming and I was happily dancing around and singing along. I dried my hair, styled it, put on makeup and I was ready to get dressed. Sadie and Max were lying on the bed watching me, ever hopeful that I was dressing for another trip around the block or better yet, a trip to the dog park but when I broke out the makeup Max pretty much knew my going out wouldn’t involve him and he trotted out of the room in disgust.

As I searched the closet I realized that my black sweater was still in the laundry room and so was the bra I needed to wear with that sweater, by this point I had taken off my robe and well ok, I was naked except for underwear.

No problem, I’d made the naked dash to the laundry room so many times I’d lost count. As I said I was home alone and Sadie and Max don’t care that I walk around naked, dogs are nonjudgmental that way. So I danced and sang my way out of the bedroom and into the hall and started to do this little spinning maneuver while playing air guitar between the dining room and the living room when I stopped dead in my tracks….Max had jumped up on the sofa and was sitting on the window sill of front window and the curtain was now WIDE OPEN!

Typically this wouldn’t be a problem. During the day, you can’t really see in the house from the street but if you’re on our little pathway from the front door to the drive way, you can look straight into the living room and dining room. But what are the chances of there actually being someone walking up the path at that given moment?

Had I not been playing the stereo so loudly I would have heard Max barking to warn me that the FedEx man was just outside the window.

Had I not been so utterly shocked to see someone out there I wouldn’t have stopped in my tracks frozen like a deer caught in headlights and I would have just been a blur instead of a woman wearing only black underwear.

How much did he see? Enough to make me never dance naked in the house again without first checking to make sure the front curtain is closed!