Washing and wishing that dishes self-scrubbed, she slip-gripped a saucer and
. . . crash. Soapy sponge slid in a shocking kersplash. Catastrophe! Cursing her clumsy, slick hands and dawdling, daydreaming mind, she snatched up the broom and dug out the dustpan. Shards swept in a swoosh. Pieces plunked in the bin, and then puddle paraphernalia packed out. Minding the mop, she moped and muddled the puddle until tiles were just moist. Floor swept and mopped, she sighed at the sight. Washing and wishing had sunk her in suds. She slunk back to the sink to search for the sponge, and washed and wiped all that wishing away.
In response to prompt from Writing and Illustrating.