While I was eating breakfast, I heard this strange rumbling start. It sounded somewhat like the garage door opening. Of course, this would be very bad because my cat was in the garage, and my mom and I were both in the kitchen. I, of course, allowed my brain to run away on very fast, scuttling little legs, and said, "What is that?!"
Mom looked confused for a moment, then caught on to my completely irrational worry and said, "I don't know!"
She went around the corner into the hallway, then came back.
It was the washing machine. Full of the load of laundry I had put into it not even fifteen minutes before.
I am an idiot.
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