skeleton in the cubicle

Walking through a public toilet, along a row of cubicles. Each toilet was full to overflowing and quite unclean. I ventured into the cleanest cubicle but was put off and decided to go elsewhere. Some other women came into the bathroom as I exited the cubicle and I hoped that they wouldn't think that I had left the toilet in that state. They too walked along the row of cubicles, searching for a clean toilet. In the cubicle I had visited, there was now a skeleton torso - the skull, shoulders, chest and ribcage - sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, so that the skeleton, which was painted yellow and black, was reflected. The whole scene was rather eerie.