Left behind...

I woke up one Saturday morning.  It was cloudy and dark. Emma was not in bed; Leo was not in his crib.  All was silence.  Something in my mind told me they weren't in the house.  At first, I rejoiced at the prospect of a silent morning sipping coffee and reading the news online while planting virtual vegetables.  I quickly went downstairs to make my aromatic brew.  I ground the beans, I boiled the water; all was ready.  At that moment, a calling came upon me. A calling that all feel after a long night of vivid dreams.  A calling that has only one fulfillment of which society approves yet cares not speak of.  I made a bee-line to the lavatory.  Upon arrival, I threw open the door...

THE RAPTURE!!!!!!!!!!

At first, a change of pants we necessary.  Secondly,  I knew that I had been left behind.