And Behind the Secret Door in the Hidden Room Is...

I was gonna do today’s blog on the Girl Scouts; however, that was before I found a magical bathroom.

That’s right.  Magical.  Bathroom. 

Almost like the Chamber of Secrets, except I don’t have to go down a toilet.

Today, while at work, I really, really, really, really had to pee.  And, as I am still getting accustomed to the school, I left my desk and wandered randomly down the hall until I found a door with the picture of little woman on it.

After opening the door, it looked like a regular old bathroom; however, I quickly discovered it was so much more.  Behind the sinks and mirrors was a completely separate room full of nothing but full-length mirrors.  I debated on whether to reenact the ballet studio scene from Twilight, but decided on doing some funky 80s dance moves.

While getting my boogie on, I noticed that in the corner was another opening.  So before I could break out the funky chicken, I began to walk towards the opening and realized that there was a staircase.

The need to pee completely forgotten in the discovery of a hidden staircase, I began the ascent.  I was Sleeping Beauty climbing, spellbound, towards my finger prick.  I was conquering Mount Everest.  Blazing a trail up into the unknown.

After reaching the final step, stood a lone door.  As I reached for the door, I stopped with my hand clutched tightly around the handle….

Thoughts raced through my head.  I might have actually found a portal into Narnia!  Or even some way out of the Matrix.  Then again, What if I ended up in Wonderland?  Would Johnny Depp be waiting on the other side?   Maybe Mr. Rochester’s crazy wife, Bertha, was waiting to claw at my face.

Then my more pessimistic/realistic side took over.  What if it was just some boring janitor’s closet?

Stupid Left Brain.  You had to ruin the excitement.

As I stood debating, the need to pee once again took hold and broke the spell that had taken hold of me.  I went back down the stairs and completed my original course of action.

After all, you don't want to enter Narnia with a full bladder.  There aren't really bathrooms in Narnia -- at least not ones with decent plumbing.  And besides, I'd just end up wiping myself with sticks and leaves.  Which is just gross in the first place, but doubly weird because the trees there are alive.  And how awkward would that be -- apologizing to a tree for wiping your... but I digress.

After finishing my business, I decided that I like the idea of the unknown far better than boring certainty.  So I left the bathroom and went back to work before I was tempted to re-climb the stairs and uncover the truth about the secret door.

Besides, I’ve decided to return to the bathroom at a later date, just to see if the secret room still exists.  It was so real, but I might have imagined the whole thing.  I do have an active imagination… and a slightly psychotic personality—at least that’s what people tell me. 

The need to pee may have made me delusional.

However, if some day in the future, my blog mysteriously vanishes and I’m never heard from again, know that I’ve finally opened that door and found something so amazing that I may never come back.