I am Not a Door Mat

Do you ever feel like people are crossing into your comfort zone and testing you? This morning I did as I dreamt about, of all things, a funky hand-made door mat. I was about to walk into my home when I realized that several teenage girls had moved in and had already placed a new, rather awkward-trip-inducing-door mat in front of "my" door. I hated it and I usually love hand-made artifats. I hated it most of all for what it represented. It represented the inconsiderate tendencies of my new roommates as they failed to ask me if I wanted such a thing to be the first image before stepping into home and when I asked them about it they shrugged it off with a surly "so-what?" To add more uncomfortableness they had decided to adopt a couple cats without conferring with me first, too. The cats were not to be seen, but their sloppy dishes were taking up the small square of yard that we had. As I tidied the dishes so some more room could be afforded for a lawn chair or something else they scoffed at me. "What are you doing?" they smuggly asked. "Those cats are just going to mess it up anyway!" Was this a foreshadowing of all the frustrations to come? I turned around to face them and the glare of the sun blinded me. I awoke to the bleating of my alarm.